Urgency of all that is lost
Turning my back on odorless ecstasy
Scratching the woods for scrap
While you stayed awake in a wakeful frenzy of impatience
When you were out looking for testimony of rusted wait
Rupturing and terrorizing parts of my conceited ego
I renamed my flower on that rainy day
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now wats the new name of ur flower?
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