8 thoughts on “Magnetic Poetry 365:283”

    1. I’m not sure. These are hothouse roses, so almost no smell. I picked them up on sale at the grocery store just because sometimes it’s good to share cut flowers with The Compounders for no occasion at all.

      1. Only one guy ever dared to bring me a rose… but not in person. He left it on the door knocker. So, I thought it was for my roommate.

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