28 December 2009

South Beach, 10:29 p.m., 12/28/2009

The moon reflecting off

Do not forget how much I
Abhor my love for you
Gathering dust on yr shelf

As you once collected roses
Red petals dripping
Impossible pollen

Each flower so beautiful
I've seen their shapes cut out by a star
On one of the planks above my head.

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