What a Pretty Flower
I found a flower on my desk,
yet I know not whence it came.
It brought such warmth unto my heart
although it had no name.
It's colours changed from tick to tock
and I knew that I'd been had,
'cause when I tried to pick it up,
it had turned to pitch black sand.
With such a transformation,
right before my very eyes,
I knew that nameless flowers were
full of nought but lies.
This flower, it did have no stem
and, therefore, had no thorn.
Though harmless to the naked eye,
Left me utterly, truly torn.
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