my perfect flower,
Her de Culture
She's no rose-
but who would want that?
they're commoners
She is not a tulip,
tho she has these 2 lips
I kiss them, drunk off
the bite in their taste
never a carnation,
thru my fascination
I have learned she can be
the prize in your eyes
or your frustration
She will never be a daisy,
tho she feels brand new
orange-y clockwork crazy
she's the one- Heartbeat,
Moon & Sun, deadly as a gun
She can stun while for cover I run
all of it is all for fun
Final Summation: none
She's a lily, that's all
jus a Lily
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