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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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