She buys me flowers.
She buys me lilies, in fact.
Chocolates, tartlets, creams
And dreams;
She brings me dreams.
Bottled sealed and sent –
My scent!
The smell of fear...
The smell of success –
Caressed.
Success, born of fear
Faced, chased, misplaced
And laced
With tiny imperfections
Sweetest interjections
Masking all emotions
Never to be found?
Never to be found…
She buys me flowers.
She buys me lilies, in fact.
She buys me flowers.
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