Pining, longing, desperate to grasp
But one gasp
And the connection is cut
The life supply removed
The flowers rot in their cellophane.
Shedding light on who we are, what we think, and why we care.
Pining, longing, desperate to grasp
But one gasp
And the connection is cut
The life supply removed
The flowers rot in their cellophane.
It is Valentine’s after all.
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