Splayed roses
Dying gracefully in their plastic vase
The stale scent of cocoa
Mined from the tropics and shipped
To our disorganised abode
The day is done
The sun sneaks back
Slumped birds rouse
And here I find
That I still
adore you.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
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