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I cut my flowers too short. My billowing, green vase drowning their maternally short stems and never-blooms. Within a week’s time, (and I know this) The leaves I neglected to p l u c k Will be rotting and browning under the confines of a vase half-full — too full. Although, (I must defend myself) I filled my swelling, green vase prior to my mistake, So the water is truly– technically– The perfect amount of fullness. Nonetheless, (as I cannot regrow stems) I place my mistake in the middle of the kitchen island. My bloating, green vase standing stoutly against its prepackaged blooms. But, again, (and I know this) Within a week’s time, The rot and browning from a vase half-full — too full Will seep into my flowers maternally short stems and never-blooms, Causing my flowers to wither and d r o o p Long before they are meant to.

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Date: 2/14/2022 7:08:00 PM
i haven't written in a couple of years until i spit this one out earlier today. I hope it shows some growth and maturity compared to my previous :)
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