Writer from 10 Minutes by Floral Queen

Guess I could have written a poem,
Consecrate the earth, you take me home.
But shadow the other no more,
Eat shit or good, the cells decay like the core,
Of an apple, left alone, in the sun,
The rebirth not clear, but slowly begun.

I could be your writer,
But I struggle with endings,
I could be your writer,
But I struggle with endings

Tiny, miniscule, creatures may be meek,
Unless acting upon the weak,
Where they live, they fester, they breed,
Investing in some long forgotten creed,
To steal, Harry, pillage and grab,
Certain to remove it all, glib with the drab.

I could be your writer,
But I struggle with endings,
I could be your writer,
But I struggle with endings

The ending, it approaches,
As with anything, it encroaches, upon the,
Enjoyment of the present,
Take away from you,
And foster your resent-meant.

I could be your writer,
But I struggle with endings,
I could be your writer,
But I struggle with endings

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