My heart bleeds pink,
As I watch the flowers die more each day.
Like me, like you.
Our roots cut.
Our cells breaking down and spitting out the leftovers,
As if we were last week’s pot roast.
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques
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