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Ode to a peculiar flower
by Polaroid
Ode to a peculiar flower
Oh peculiar flower
At first glance, thou ceased the hour
Thou enraptured mine conscious
Basking in the neon darkness
Thine eyes withhold the derne
Mine senses did fail to perceive
Beneath thy beauteous pursuit,
A fine heap of thorns prevail
Invisible to my mortal eyes
hued in the sharpest silver
known to mankind
With but a single embrace
Mine poor wretched hearth
Beset by a million cuts
Bestows a farewell kiss, as life doth wane.