the death of hateful flowers

the death of hateful flowers.
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her: where were you
my love?

him: drunkenly ranting
at the sky,

and wishing death upon
Hateful Flowers.

her:why stephen,
why??

him: Because of the wretched
"I"
iNsIdE!

(which Haunts Me Through
The Midnight
Hours.)
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Her: Oh If Only I Had
Heavens Power.

The Things I would
Achieve!

No True Love would
ever Sour,

and All Men Would
Believe!!


him:which is why im
under your spell.

because i'd never known
a moments peace and
my life has been pure
hell.

her: oh, surely, surely
there was some good?

him:never.

i've always been
misunderstood, and
out of place...

except when we two
are together,

and I can see your
laughing face!

her:so, why the drunken
ranting at the stars?

the constant state of
worldly questioning?

him: because life has
rent my soul with scars
and pain beyond worth
mentioning!

her: oh, stephen i love
you more by every hour,...
i

(interrupted as he gets
up and begins to walk
out without ceremony.)

where are you going??

him:

to pick you a flower.

j.stephen.h.