Tuberose of ’19 #poem

I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod  (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to […]

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