Shroom
my tears
are raining
the humidity
gaining going
out to the
woods
to look
for you
and you
with your
shower
cap on
peaking
through
the leaves
leaving me
to believe you
are quite edible
no need for
sauteed
onions
in butter
but
eaten
raw
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