Oh, Ive loved before
Had bouquets of roses
Explode out of my chest
But all of my bouquets
Turn into severed wires
Rusting in my hollow form.
Oh, I opened shop
So long ago, the stock
Is getting outdated:
Passing the “sell by” dates
As I wait to flip the sign
“Open” to “Closed”.
And by the way
This ends not so
Abruptly.
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