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The roses were perfectly sequenced,
juxtapositioned like Vatican guards,
flouncing to the reel of hard wind,
stems in duress bow at their tips,
inducing unfledged efflorescence
from natures levy on verdant seed,
birthmarked to die limp and stunted.
Fatuous gardener who landscaped this,
must've spent too much time with the grapes.
Roses were born to blossom in cluster,
stems entertwined with thorns enabling
space to breathe... yet bonded by root
from seeds of same for natures feng shui.
Juxtapoitions were not meant for roses;
such vantage is merely for wooden soldiers,
and food lines, drawn lines, two pairs of nines...
valentine massacres;
quite the stretch from where and how
a rose might find respect and comfort.
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
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