she's gotten many flowers
from many suitors
all of them smelling expensive, all of them looking beautiful
but his is the one she puts next to her bed
it's a small flower
a fragile one
with no bouquets, no ribbons, no fake scent
but it's a tulip
her favorite
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Within Time's Cracks
PoetryCall it what you will; an intricate story, a mess of emotions, an unsung song. Whatever it is, it's here, like the rest of us, and those that surround us, teetering within Time's cracks, a hairbreadth away from falling over the edge and into the aby...
