On-I-On + On-U-On = On-We-On
Sprout claws
Onion tears
Onion 3
Off-I-Off
Someonion
Sometimes all you need is someonion,
to hug out the tears,
open up the heart,
and grow leaves together.
—
Beneath the golden skin,
Lie the layers of tears,
Until out of those depths,
We grow.
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Reaching for the sky,
Looking for the sun,
This will end in tears, so why,
Not cut your loss and run?
—
On.
Off.
On.
Off.
On.
I go.
Come along.
