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zinnia
03:52
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zinnia darling
zinnia dearest
zinnia, don't you know?
if you leave me
i won't make it
zinnia, please don't go
my chrysanthemum
my precious flower of the day
zinnia; have you seen her?
won't she even look my way?
he looked out one morning
there she was: his sweet surprise
then somebody picked her from her bed before his eyes
he could not believe it
what he saw was just too cruel
tucked behind the ear of some girl zinnia barely knew
he pursued her through the market
to the thief's abode
where he saw a sight far worse than his mind could behold:
zinnia smiling, zinnia happy, zinnia's heart at rest
zinnia laying in repose upon this woman's breast
he burst through the doorway, look of horror on his face
patiently, she said "i wasn't yours in the first place"
he'd been made a fool of for the last time he could take
he's out in the woods now, so no one his heart can break
from the tales i've heard, our zinnia lived a happy life
singing in her garden to her lovely, loving wife
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the dirt
05:29
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the truth isn't always pretty
but when it is, it's like a knife
sometimes ornate, or simple in elegance
but always sharp enough to ruin a life
there's a discrepancy
within your story
but you wouldn't lie to me...
would you?
give me the dirt
lay it all bare
you dug a hole
you buried me there
i am no fool
but you fooled me
my, what a plot twist
you turned out to be
the truth is very rarely easy
and on the off-chance that it is
it's like a game, one played by children
someone loses, and someone wins
and it seems you've won
give me the dirt
lay it all bare
you dug a hole
you buried me there
i am no fool
but you fooled me
my, what a plot twist
you turned out to be
the truth is almost never good for one's health
when it is, it's like a pill
or a shot that lands right in the muscle
time may pass, but it smarts even still
the truth is often disagreed upon
i find that's often true
especially in delicate situations
cases like these- cases like you
give me the dirt
lay it all bare
you dug a hole
you buried me there
i am no fool
but you fooled me
my, what a plot twist
you turned out to be
i am no fool
but you fooled me
my, what a plot twist
you turned out to be
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peace lily
02:26
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he was the well-chosen one
the solution to a lover's expression
just who that lover was, exactly
was unclear, until the day that i met him
he was looking for what the world could give to him
he thought the world had given him me
until he came to terms with it
i wasn't the variable he wanted me to be
life is always in the death
be at peace, it's in the dying
i don't mind losing, i've lost all my life
but that doesn't mean, no no no
that i'll stop trying
so find someone to tie your shoes
and someone to hold your hand
and kiss your blushing cheeks, red as bloodshed
til i come back again
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onions
02:19
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i wish i could write about flowers
wish i had a garden, or a thousand
eden, i'd name a few
and the rest, i'd name after you
it's a fact: i can't name gardens, you see
can't even name the flowers properly
i know only rose, lily, chrysanthemum and orchid- and yours
not a flower, but bearing leaves
in eden, i'd grow only onions
skin the largest gently, trying not to tear
count "she loves me, loves me not" in onion petals
parse the language of its layers
sometimes what was once fact leaves us only fiction
this hollow isn't us- not anymore, anyways
it's just an onion in our eden
a familiar thing of matter, skin, and stringy dna
i'm not hollow, if you peel away my skin
you'd see my heart, and bones, and viscera within
and your name, somehow, scrawled across it all
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campbell Boone, North Carolina
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