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Bring me home
Pick me and press me
In the big dictionary you keep on the shelf
I belong
Nestled and swaddled
In words, to preserve me for years

And when winter arrives, I'll still be here
And when spring comes around, I'll still be here
Pressed in the shape
That you found me most beautiful

Paper thin and petals like laces, I
Wait until it's time to unveil me
Maybe now I'll be delicate
At least for a season or two

I am yours
Frame me and hang me
Or use me to find your last place in your book
I am strong
Or at least my perfume was
And touch me or don't, I'll still break

And when summer arrives, I'll still be here
And when autumn comes blowing, I'll be here
Pressed and beloved, or forgotten
That's all up to you

Paper thin and veins on display, I
Wait until I'm transparent and ready
Maybe now I'll be knowable
I can learn not to ache for your hands

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