Silver and Gold

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By Cutie In A Death Cab •

I didn't pick the flower It just fell upon my shoe Rooted itself in my skin And grew and grew and grew Then broke away one day Drifted far away Another pretty flower So lovely and replete With petals made of silver Lay before my feet I kicked it from my path Victim of my sour wrath Golden swirls of pollen Still linger in my skin Nothing can compare To what has already been

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January 5, 2006 04:12. QUEENIE .

this is lovelly. well written, and so understandable. i really enjoyed it :)