'no Flowers,' He'D Said
Those flowers rotting on the grave,
a sorry sight to see, I thought;
but then I found his ghost appears
and wilts them when they're freshly bought...
written 28th for Constance's Decay contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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