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Lonesome rose,
She’s lounging in
A coke bottle,
In a withering way.
I see her draw
Up her limbs as if
To yawn, but
Hold them there
suspended
Between the empty
Moments and
Requited banter.
She’s waiting for
Someone to say
“Cut.”
“That’s a wrap.”
“And we’re out.”
And as daintily as she once plopped into
This world,
She’ll negligently drops her standards
And end her place.