Broken forth as a leaf,
Grown from a swaying stem,
Reaching out to me,
And your jagged edges,
Are the first edges to meet,
On my way through your mesophyll,
A tasty layer to eat,
Reaching your veins, so that I may,
Journey to the root,
Of your soul, your rhizomian plant,
Manufacturing that prickly suit.
From your tender heart,
Feeding your long, slender petioles,
To know your parts without dissecting you,
Is my life's never-ending goal.
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