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Mar 2012
I wish I were a rose
because you love those barbed thorns
Or perhaps I wish I were a carnation
so you could dye me whichever shade you please

But I'm just the frailest flower
that you've let dry out
and pressed in your catacomb
of beautiful things you've murdered.

I hope you find a docile rose
that understands your gangling roots
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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