Beans talk

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Everything I did was for you, because of you

With you in mind.

Because of the possibility you might  be kind.

Might want me again.

And I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read without your heavy head on my shoulder

And I fought this terrible love

This one-sided thing

While you swayed and danced in the breeze

I was  under heavy soil. Out of sun.

But those tears I shed found their way back in

and cracked my sad shell.

And now I am beanstalk and my head is in the clouds

And you are the old cow sold for magic beans.

(c) Slumpless

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