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We left a bouquet on the kerb— Petals bruised by taxi verbs. You laughed, “call it modern art.” I said, “it looks like our soft heart.” The sign flips pink to blue; Each blink forgets a truth. Dead roses under neon Still perfume where we won’t go; Hold me close, let failure show— Dead roses under neon. Window mannequins watch us drown; Lipstick rivers muscle down. You tongued a raindrop off my lip, Named it love, let the handle slip. Your shadow walks ahead of you; Mine sticks like alley glue. Dead roses under neon Still perfume where we won’t go; Hold me close, let failure show— Dead roses under neon. Pin one to my coat; Canonise the rot. Dead roses under neon— Write our names, then let them go. A cold room hums. The flowers snow.
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We left a bouquet on the kerb Petals bruised by taxi verbs You laughed and called it modern art I said it looks like our poor heart The sign flicks, pink to blue Every blink forgets a truth Dead roses under neon glow Still perfume where we won’t go Hold me close, let failure show Dead roses under neon glow Window mannequins watch us drown Lipstick rivers down the town You kiss a raindrop off my lip Call it love, then let it slip Your shadow walks ahead of you Mine stays stuck like alley glue Dead roses under neon glow Still perfume where we won’t go Hold me close, let failure show Dead roses under neon glow Pin them to my coat Make a saint of rot Dead roses under neon glow Write our names, then let them go If we bloom, it’s down below Dead roses under neon glow
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