I brought you flowers
Wrapped in cellophane
(really saran wrap,
and the cheap kind)
Ripped screaming from the earth.
Something that dies is better
Than stones that never do,
I explain, and you call be cheap
But - but even so, what dies
Is more beautiful than what
Never does, is immortal;
There is a beauty in mortality,
In the sun burning out in the sky,
That perfection cannot reach.
I am only glad I did not get you
The snake eating its own tail.
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