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Wildflower Caged

Maybe there will come

a day when wildflowers will

be caged. Nature will

be the nemesis of a

cyborgs artificial world.



If happiness was

a perfume it would smell of

people you love and

cherished memories. It would

be like a sillage of life.

Warm And Fuzzy

Incoherent hearts

lead our senses astray in

their endless pursuit.

Love’s an illogical thing,

its force both warm and fuzzy.


©Jacqui Slade