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Flowers at the Wrong Door
a memory, fragmented, like broken glass
delivered flowers, wrong address,
the street silent, a whisper of past
kain sarung on a plastic chair,
time's echo, in the hollow airmy future self watches, detached,
a spectator of my own missteps,
the weight of petals, misplaced,
lingering scent of roses,
lost in the mundane spacesa …