saved for what must leave this heaven
arrive on schedule for the senior prom
a promised kiss of no regrets or grief
despite whatever else you think of me
glimpse between the beats of Brahms
another possible harmonious going to
meet in Amsterdam or Paris whoever
knew no limits or measured flexibility
then I took it all back rearranged our
tulips for a different occasion rather
floppy but I like that more than tight
petals shyly hiding their private parts
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