dear spring. i have waited so patiently. i even have been wearing spring dresses with tights, waiting quietly for you. waiting through surprise snow slash sleet blizzards. waiting while taking spring roxs (walk+roxy) through dead fields, under dead trees with a dead heart in need of your vitalizing powers. still you heartlessly tease, never staying to commit. so i'm not sorry that when you flirtingly sprouted those golden flowers, i ripped a stem off and put it on my windowsill. diss.
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