Elf Drop Soup

Elf Drop Soup
summon me an approach to be spread across their cemetery
to load there stress to believe fresh through there falling leaves
talking to the hand behind a tender need that bleeds
Treasure the approaching wave at the baseball game
falling embrace to clean savor each abundant
hit the balance accord that bleeds
trader Joe, pay attention to its art that cleaves
refreshment

Savor the amount that bleeds
around the force that leads
Jack Frost in the forest slim
my one condition lies arbor sleeve
one slip of a bananas bleeds
Elf Drop Soup...

face on the mark of toxic sleeve

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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