Those flowers
That ****** me 
On the table 
Pink and green against 
The brown
That table stand
That stood before the curtains 
Of fust and weight 
Rejects the calm and 
Curls too harm and help and hand 
All but mess. 

The serenity but misses my and her life gone by him
the flowers that ******* ****** me,

Hate on those tables that host a meaner guest than mine of
Which do not exist of your.

The flowers 
The ******* flowers despised me
**** and shipped from **** against my mind 
You know you don’t feel me yet you still observe 
Like a parasite feeding on space between seats but flowers
****** me more
Than 
Your table clash 
Down