I am not an Ivy child
Up the wall. Lush, loved, envy of all.
I am not an Envy child
At the brim. Content, collected, untouched by green.
I am not a Green child,
Deck with dew. Fresh, fed, teemed with muse.
I am not a Teemed child,
Full of fullness. Shrunk, stumped, nothing to harness.
but a world of myself.
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