i once found a flower,
beautiful yet grim,
i plucked her from her home,
and smelled her on a whim.
she was fragranced of the heavens,
an evanescent sweet,
but her petals were a’ plenty
her spume was soon replete.
then i felt her plumage,
ever soft and plush,
but when i tired of one,
it crumbled with my touch.
now this once resplendent beauty,
was looking frail and thin,
so i found another blossom,
a patsy for my whims.
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