Violets

Catch those condemnations on the rim of your glass.
Mix in amber.
Preserve and observe this staging saga.
Of my life in Technicolor.
Shining like the diamonds above your eyes.
Then you cover all you see in flowers.
A bed. A tomb.
A road for my departure.

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