Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

Robot Flowers

I have no use for these
robot flowers
who's taken?
evidenced by cigarette smoke
and headphones?
a bonfire would be nice
it's just on the edge
of cold
and earlier we pondered that edge
how swift we are
to say we're on it
I didn't realize
people could see me staring
from the window
small bar stools make my ass
feel fatter
again
I have no use for these
robot flowers

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