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Those flowers spill out Over the sides like your soul spills out of your clothes Onto the floor in front of me Where I watch in amazement because you're everything I've ever Wanted to be. The smoke of your husbands pipe leads the way Through the door past the kitchen Into the room where you lay With chickens and pottery You tumble out of your chair And I Tumble into your arms as if It was my birthday instead of yours. I would drive a thousand miles to eat your humus and hear your words. You have everything I've ever wanted to have. Teach me. I will bring you as many tall vases as you want. Teach me. I will bring will make you as many flower arrangements as you need.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
Ranunculus
Those flowers spill out Over the sides like your soul spills out of your clothes Onto the floor in front of me Where I watch in amazement because you're everything I've ever Wanted to be. The smoke of your husbands pipe leads the way Through the door past the kitchen Into the room where you lay With chickens and pottery You tumble out of your chair And I Tumble into your arms as if It was my birthday instead of yours. I would drive a thousand miles to eat your humus and hear your words. You have everything I've ever wanted to have. Teach me. I will bring you as many tall vases as you want. Teach me. I will bring will make you as many flower arrangements as you need.
For Tina
dolores-l-day
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
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