I gave them to you and they wilted like we all do
But the memory of that look
The one in your eye
When they were fresh and new
The vase you put them in and how
They brought pleasant colour to the room
A dying sacrement
To undying love.
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in worlds of our typed social hierarchies; :D we posted at the same time!
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