Flowers

Red lips sway in the summer heat R A S P I N G Once, the world was green and wet and wonderful and the stars would fall to the earth and cling to all its glory when the morning came. But no more. Flowers would bloom and we would pluck their petals asking for love with our fingers' cruel embrace But that world loved us not And now the sun beats down on us and burns our backs and made brittle, Cupid's crimson bow dances back and forth in god's hot breath a wilting waltz towards oblivion

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