i got a bad case
of
the lonelies
last night
i walked in the kitchen
and
saw my flower
on the windowsill
all bathed
in
christmas light
(and)
the way she leaned into the cold
and bowed
her amaryllis head
i had to fight
back tears.
they're gone now,
they're
all gone.
even
when the sun shines
she
remains
in the mountain state of
timelessness.
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