Oh, dead Christmas flower;
(insert metaphor about how poinsettias are poisonous, deceitful, and fleeting like women in red...or something)
(insert metaphor about how poinsettias are poisonous, deceitful, and fleeting like women in red...or something)
Why did I bother buying your velvety red bloom
when I knew all you'd do
in my sunless basement apartment
is die?
when I knew all you'd do
in my sunless basement apartment
is die?
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