She Can

she can

Her body can look like a plant,
But she’ll grow in loyalty.

Feet charred by every habitat,
but inside, a green thumb covering my seeds.

Face look as if it never healed,
But together, our time is perfect unity.

Her brain is as slow as a Macintosh electronic,
But her waist is swinging in the kitchen constantly.

She can be a human sized mole with her two teeth,
But also, she can mean the world to me.

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