Dear Hydrangeas, My Heart


Hydrangeas on my glass grave

Moist and heavy, water laden

Like my heart

Overused, and grief stricken

And the two share in permeability

Who drenched first in dullness, heart or flowers?

Who broke first to pieces, heart or grave?

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