Carnation revolution

Ivory bone
Cast into instrument
Staring alone at the stars
Upon a scrapheap of cars

Carnations stuffed in rifles
Rise out from the soils of blue
Soldiers eyes glimmering
With a reflective violet hue

Cabinets of curiosities
Leak with rust
Books nailed with skeleton shells
Explode into memories of dust

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