A Dozen Paper Roses

hand folded
waiting to be given
away
spritzed with her perfume
shoved in a box
ready to be shipped
12 of them arranged in clusters
hues of red
one is blue
they wait outside
patiently
for him
He will save them
from their dampening cage
the brown box
paper roses can’t wilt
that’s why she made them
each one cramped her hands
when he got home
the paper roses
withered in the rain.
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