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Jan 2019
the heavy smell of flowers filled the room
it was only when she turned on the light
that i realized it’s roses
even worse: there’s a hundred of them
identical, bland, repetitive
tasteless
much like the person who brought them here, i imagine
i would never bring her roses
but then again
why would i bring her anything
we’re divorced, aren’t we?
the smell is too strong
may i smoke a cigarette?
Written by
Eugene
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