the broken
neck of a long stemmed
rose, its petals
rusting,
sits awkwardly
in the drinking
glass
set near the window,
the weight of
beauty being too much
to bear
as it grew old.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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