
And they grew into something that was more than me, more than I could handle.
But I knew how they struggled and I knew how they burst forth and I knew the soil.
We sat and watched them grow all summer and those flowers owned me and I loved them but they gave me peace like that.
I want to water you, too. I would soften your soil, dust your petals and even support your stalks.
I am Kannon-ed like that. I am Bosatsu-ed like that.
I am your man, solid and in love with love.
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