a stranger laid yellow roses
-a friendship emerging through realms of this earth
her favorite was always red
-though should she be here, she would make the exception,
gracefully accept in a flowered dress.
demolition next to the cemetary
-it never mattered, they were dead.
its going to be a minimall
-with a flower shop, to boost the sales,
and it makes me feel unfinished too.
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