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When night fell, I slept & dreamt of spring, flowers; daisies blooming left & right … but the colours were askew & so I asked the moon to trade places with the sun. & she obliged. But still, in that new light I felt guilty. All those red petals no longer belong to me. A passerby came along & I panicked trying to find a name for what was clearly a rose. (there were thorns after all) I remained speechless, dug up the flowerbed, & burnt the remains. I was only trying to keep up with appearances. Those colours have no place growing here. In the field of my mind, posies of wild-flowers mostly delicious little daisies, sometimes those shameful red roses, I wish the latter would just wilt.
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
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When night fell, I slept & dreamt of spring, flowers; daisies blooming left & right … but the colours were askew & so I asked the moon to trade places with the sun. & she obliged. But still, in that new light I felt guilty. All those red petals no longer belong to me. A passerby came along & I panicked trying to find a name for what was clearly a rose. (there were thorns after all) I remained speechless, dug up the flowerbed, & burnt the remains. I was only trying to keep up with appearances. Those colours have no place growing here. In the field of my mind, posies of wild-flowers mostly delicious little daisies, sometimes those shameful red roses, I wish the latter would just wilt.
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
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