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Please Don’t Send Me Flowers
Your interpretation your format. 250 word MAX.
Sickly sweet sentiment, so passé
Please don’t send me flowers, for they’re desiccated sun.
They’ll blacken with a blight, and besides, that’s long been done.
Don’t deign to entertain though I’m drowning in my grief,
for stewing and sulking are my chosen reverie.
Patronizing praying and your simp’ring I don’t need.
My druthers? …. the biding of my time. Don’t make me plead.
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