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Bittersweet Bouquets
Poetry is bittersweet
sweet when the words
strain away the angst,
bitter as reminders
that do not wane.
I take these feelings
from a moment in time,
capturing them
in flowered words
and hold them there
like bouquets for the taking.
They do not wilt,
dry and decay.
But as I hold them there
my hand tires so
but I’ve grown this stem
in the soils of my heart
and am thus bound by every word I pen
subject to this blooming realization
that unlike me
will not wilt.
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