A Flower Blooms, Made of Concrete
Ha, Ha, Ha.
It's getting better now, days of wine and roses, dates, and alpine courses.
But through the haze of lost days, mornings, noons, and nights.
Everyday now!
A flower blooms, made of concrete.
weary morns, hair afoul, breathe I breathe.
head a pounding, sounds afouling.
A flower blooms, made of concrete.
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