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Flower MAG
A flower, a synthetic pink bloom
Sitting in a vase in my dorm
All about which the winds zoom
Night's runny blackness covers a storm
In my heart.
But the flower remains, mocking me
With its everlasting artificial joy.
A dog barks, a dish smashes
And I don't know if I've heard these things
A centimeter of candlewick lies in ashes
A symbol, too, of my forgotten life;
I've played too long with wooden matches.
And still she floats in front of my face:
That bright, and fake flower.
Billions of times, well 20, I called her
But every time my tongue was as rope:
Bound and unreleasable. Why could I not
Be true, I'll never know, only feel
Just above my stomach, in the pit of my heart.
Beckoning to me was the flower, water
Beading off into the salty soup of tears below.
I took my lesson from the happy nylon
And put a smothering smile on
In hope never to wilt, but in awful knowledge I would never live.
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