Ebony Sweet Feet
Look at the black trees
Peer through the bars
See my disease
Spiked cloves of grass
Mutated pansies
Willows of glass
Green thumb, black thumb
sowing needles
Would you like some?
They call me ebony sweet feet
Not for the shoes I wear
but the people I eat
Pale gnomes painted black
My favorite snack
Seeking eye
I am sore
I must die
All are bound to my fate
no more ethics of metaphysics
Love is what I hate
Hopefully none read these words of my gate,
please escape my fate,
grab me hold me take me away,
destiny is a lie unless it means to die,
yet I still say farewell even though nobody fares well
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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