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The Flower Shop Girl

She works at the Flower Shop

selling Roses to the young boys

selling Lilies to widow'd women

selling

white ones

red ones

purple ones

orange ones

She works at the Flower Shop

Clipping the stems of the Lilac

Sweeping the Flower Shops hard wood floor

Insects with wings get inside of the Flower Shop

Insects with wings hide in the openings of the flowers

She listens too the small radio

Attached to the wall

That is painted white

This color

This hue

This brand of Light

Does not compliment her complexion

The Flower Shop's painted white walls are too compliment the complexion of the flowers

Their colors

Their height

Their thickness

Their meaningfulness

The Radio attached to the wall plays Beethoven

The Flower Shop is full of

Insects

Flowers

Beethoven

and White Painted Walls

and a Girl

Who waters the flowers

Who goes outside to smoke her 100's

Who sees the Flowers die

Rust brown and gray

bending towards the ground

The Flower Shop Girl

Shooting up ******

While Laying on the

Flower Shop's hardwood floor

freshly swept

next to the Amaranthine flower

filled with insects

 

*Beethoven

Sonata No.14

Movement No.3*

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savio
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Published
Apr 23, 2013
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