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Apr 2013
There's nothing to be said about flowers
That hasn't already been said
Pretty little pastel pallets
For landscapes and scarves
Eight dollars for a real rose
That turns to dust at the
Midnight strike of its bloom
Eight cloth daisies for a dollar
Tucked behind ears and into boots
Until the plastic breaks down and then
You buy a dozen more
Eight cloth daisies for a dollar
But I've never learned anything about life
From something that wasn't impermanent.
4/3/13

I really like how the shape of this one turned out.
Q
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Q  New York
(New York)   
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