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Orange Poppy (Small handwoven tapesry.)

Don't bring me flowers.

Those flowers are lies.

You've been out with her,

and not with the guys.

I don't want to see petals

of roses strewn 'bout

the floor of our bedroom.

I just want you out.

Don't bring me flowers.

Each one is a lie.

The proof of betrayal.

Just tell me goodbye.

Take back your posies.

Just give them to her.

Soon she'll need the memory,

of when you were near.

Her time will be coming.

You'll do her the same.

You'll bring her some flowers,

but never your name.