Nothing to Do with Roses

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Reverential in a way you could never be;
And I’ve yet to read you.

I’m ironbark dreaming, meanwhile, except
I’m not; I’m ironstone.

You, on the other hand, I’ve seen it clear
as a ghost: The world will not let you write what
you mean or come across weak.

Watered down like a pure-bred.
Afraid to pay for what you deserve.

“Alright, honey, have a prosperous trip.”
“OK, alright. Don’t worry. The plan is airtight.”

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