I plucked a rose once
from a garden
without permission
slicing it quickly
from the stem
with my jacknife
and carried it all day
in my pocket
slipping it out
from time to time
to smell the summer tang
until at days end
it lay wilted
maroon blotched
in my hand
and i lost interest

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