Your lemongrass effigy,
sweet fragrant apology.
Your hands in my poetry,
feeling my poetry
grow.
In space
no one can hear you smile.
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Your lemongrass effigy,
sweet fragrant apology.
Your hands in my poetry,
feeling my poetry
grow.
In space
no one can hear you smile.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
i like lemongrass tea but this morning i burned my tongue with it. 😦