This dying flower on my desk
Is the ugliest thing I've seen today
The smell is pungent
Sickly sweet
The petals drying
In the heat
It's an ugly thing
Without a doubt
But I can't bring myself
To throw it out.
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Never Catch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15
