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On Tuesday, December 29, 2015 at 11:14:02 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
> Skirt of Printed Sunflowers
>
> Girl of these woods and chemicals
> we labor for the black pigs of my poetry
> for the bone gods of the sea.
> For the secret rose you keep for me
> under the skirts of printed sunflowers.
>
> There is a hollering and someone has a
> dog that barks
> your eyes have that recently crying look
> and your hair seems as soft
> and your smell as sweet
> as before.
> As that last time you came to my door
> in a skirt of printed pastel sunflowers.
>
> But it has been seen that you look
> straight through
> I fear that you are already gone.
> That night you tried to die in my arms
> is something that I will not forget
> or make sense of
> you and your skirt of bright printed sunflowers.
>
> Methinks that you no longer see nothing
> and God knows what kind
> of love is this
> you told me that you never stopped loving me.
> But you could never return to me
> in your skirt of printed sunflowers.
>
> -Will Dockery
>
> C & C welcome & appreciated.

Excellent work, keep them coming.