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Call Me Lily
Call me Lily not Rose
that was only pretend
anyway
and wax roses melt
paper roses fade to dust
even silk cannot deny
the lie of its own existence
for any length of time
call me Lily
Let me be held
gripped prettily
in white drained hands
made up and perfumed
and I will hide with them
in eternity
as you throw cut
and dying roses
on our coach
that was only pretend
anyway
and wax roses melt
paper roses fade to dust
even silk cannot deny
the lie of its own existence
for any length of time
call me Lily
Let me be held
gripped prettily
in white drained hands
made up and perfumed
and I will hide with them
in eternity
as you throw cut
and dying roses
on our coach
- Emily Rose
on Apr. 1 2007
from The Top of the Heap
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