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Apr 2014
This rose on my desk is falling apart.
I woke up to petals strewn across my floor
and the air smells fresh
of floral death.

It was in full bloom before I cut it.
The prime of its life.
huge and pink.
adored.

I needed it
in my room.

now I want it
in the trash.

-r0
brought to you by self indulgence.
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