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Sunflowers
Through the window
in the corner of the garden
a small patch of sunflowers grow
Scorching heat
brings an officer by
asking him about some people
He stares at the flowers
in admiration
claiming to know nothing
He gives her a sunflower
and says "give this to Fred"
while planting another seed
She leaves him be
and grabs a handful of the compost
from the flowers
Mark tells her there are ashes
along with clothing in it
not to mention the victims blood
She rushes over to him
ready for the arrest
but-with his gun in his hand
The barrel in his mouth
he says "They were my sunflowers"
he continues "now let me join them"
The bullet blasts through his mouth
the blood making their yellow red
what strange sunflowers
in the corner of the garden
a small patch of sunflowers grow
Scorching heat
brings an officer by
asking him about some people
He stares at the flowers
in admiration
claiming to know nothing
He gives her a sunflower
and says "give this to Fred"
while planting another seed
She leaves him be
and grabs a handful of the compost
from the flowers
Mark tells her there are ashes
along with clothing in it
not to mention the victims blood
She rushes over to him
ready for the arrest
but-with his gun in his hand
The barrel in his mouth
he says "They were my sunflowers"
he continues "now let me join them"
The bullet blasts through his mouth
the blood making their yellow red
what strange sunflowers
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