[Suicide Flower]
All that vast anguish of space,
so much time taken to tread.
Compounded to such an ironic end,
like a yellow flash,
a turn of head,
and a careless shrug.
A suicide flower,
didn't fall from the sky.
In impossible anti-climax,
it laid there lazy,
trying to die,
while basking in the sun.
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