i am the vase that you bought at a shop
i am fragile and will break if you drop
left alone i sit empty
fill me with water and flowers to enjoy
i am pretty when full with your attention and love
put me back on a shelf to admire for a time,
then when the flowers are wilting you toss me out
with the sour water and forget about me
until flowers bloom again
and i am of use to you...
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