As a wall or walkway
my bricks fill their form
and I, bobbing on cobbles
drink wine on a sharp leave.
Vanilla lead and powder
fills my function, warmth
in the form of roasted ham.
Tastes sweet of apple
wood chips for sale
as cheap as bubblegum.
Right adjacent glasses
hold shells of buds
to be sprayed only twice
per week.
Dropping glasses
petals run away on the floor
but I can't watch them run anymore.
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