I want you. and you. and you. and you. and you.
and I want some of you. I want all of you. this one. that one.
Take this rose but never smell it. Keep it in a vase, but put it in your closet.
This is the only flower you get, as for me, I’ll take the whole bouquet.
Pierced hands don’t sting nearly as much as not having anything to hold on to.
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