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Florist

I want more flowers in my arms

But I’ve run out of space to plant

My handy trowel’s sharpened up

The sun in my eyes has gone dark

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I will plant more flowers in my skin

I still have my endless secret garden

Asters, poinsettias, roses, carnations

Bloom as I wilt, until the next season.

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Floral Attraction

Perhaps I should apologise

For handing you a bouquet of lies

At first they blustered with loud colours

But time is the enemy and faded them into dour

And now the sharp thorns rage unstoppably

Intertwined around your arms and legs very painfully

And now you scream and call me a liar

And yet you hold the trowel and the fertiliser

Honestly, it was your fault for watering and tending them

Hoping that a flower blooming from the weeds would soon happen

So should I say sorry to you and quit my business?

But then again, I’m a pretty damn good florist.

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