if my accent seems sweet
it is because you do not know better
if this leads you to believe
anything besides sweet suffering
I invite your heart to sit next to me
here, I am sorting through the clovers
they keep coming up in three
I smell my fingers
the only thing I know is me
and the way the weeds and flowers smell
I wish nothing more than to find
a lucky token
that is why I am so good at finding pennies,
nickels, dimes, quarters, and lost things
I am actually good at finding every thing
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