Pressing Flowers

I prefer to collect evenings,
like pressed flowers in a
book,

while others choose to grow gardens
only to have wind, rain, and
cloud decide the fate of their
fragile little love lives,

you can rest assured my book is
under lock and key safely stowed
deep in the depths of my hollow
heart.

Taken out carefully each time
there is someone new, but only
for a little while, before the
pages close, and my heart is shut
once again.

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