Thrift Shop Flower

There is a ship wrecked beauty about her
Rose petals caught in barbed wire

But she’s out of control
drunk today and hung-over tomorrow.

She only chases with broken sunrises
and gunpowder boys

She’s a thrift shop flower,
A formaldehyde girl.

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