they were stemmed with sugar.
but brown, from last weeks shipment.
I say
thank you sir. i would tip my hat.
but my bobby pins rest, as do my curls.
mylips match the petals
but not my cheeks, for i did not blush.
Infact
I was white as a geisha,
as the delivery man rang.
i had forgot you existed.
and I still dont think you do.
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