we have seen it all
bulbous balloons, gloating -
resplendent in an error
my bio teacher would scoff at.
coffeed chocolates, baked in a batch,
whose lifespan is dictated by
factory ink under its cell.
every flower is checked and
vetoed by friends, who wax,
over the romance they never had.
lyrical. dedications that fall
like peacock feathers,
masquerade as cupid's wings.
the bell rings.
morning dawns on a myriad of faces
eagerly waiting till dusk.
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