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Don't buy me flowers,

Just walk me through them
Take me to them, to the quiet place

To sit-n- dream and choke on gin
Where our hands meet

And you're missing again.

Take me there
So you'll feel safe

Show me flowers
Between our space.

Gentle-sweet
Like your nature

Just like flowers
And pain's creator

Show me,
Make me
Whole
A-gain

...missing again
Drunk on gin
High on me-in my hand
In my head

Eggs in bed
Toast and jam-
Morning juice

Drunk on gin;

In sunshine hour
Minus him,
Minus flowers.

EV

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