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The discount Daisies are no longer fresh and the rot continues on the dining room table. Stale stalks stir week old water like straw skeletons. Brittle crowns bend, slouch, curve skinny blossoms from a vase. Petals fall, crumbs of yellow and white wrinkle like tired confetti. Lucky flowers, they got to know your smile, surprise, skin, and fill your fist like ripe wands.
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
The Bones of Flowers
The discount Daisies are no longer fresh and the rot continues on the dining room table. Stale stalks stir week old water like straw skeletons. Brittle crowns bend, slouch, curve skinny blossoms from a vase. Petals fall, crumbs of yellow and white wrinkle like tired confetti. Lucky flowers, they got to know your smile, surprise, skin, and fill your fist like ripe wands.
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
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