There's rosemary, that's for rememberence.
How did you do it last time?
Fog and a magic trick,
abracadabra...
Pray you, love, remember.
smile at work,
but it's raining into the dishwater.
And there is pansies...
Work a long shift,
gym twice a day,
once for yoga, once for spin.
Sit in your car,
surrounded by hair.
That's for thought.
How did that happen?
What was next?
Rue, or was it Columbines?
I would give you some violets, but they withered all...
Come home late.
Drift amongst the Sunday flowers, rooted like a lily pad.
Exit, Ophelia.
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
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