Every time I see sunflowers I am reminded of the first love I made a lie. They are striking, strong and seek sunlight. When prompted I had those answers ready; I had the whimsy; I had you and sunflowers on my table thereon after. Mocking me, heads turned from me, smart flowers knowing when they are not wanted, knowing they are a prop of interest to a complex mind, knowing I loved asters, small purple wisps that crumble easily and thrive in crowds. I believe thorns too are involved.
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