Ghostflower


You will know me
by my thorny snar,
you will know me
by the scars I bare.

You will know me
by my perfumed air,
my roots shall
inherit the earth,
My sent will bare
wittness to my care.

My misty soul lingers
on your nose,
My stim like a weed
devours the trees,
My ghost blooms on top
the gravestone.

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