Nitrogen's dark side

Tulips are teacups everywhere except my yard. I’ve either missed them entirely or they refuse to enter my spring. The grape hyacinth become unwanted hairs I razor down with a push mower. I’m starting to sweat again and wear sunscreen before bed. The covers’ eclipse is radiation. Sleeping in a burn, I wake in the dark with apetalous maladies.

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