Daisy
I'm not gentle,
I'm not going to agree.
When I'm finally down for good,
you will be lying right next to me.
Call me stubborn,
ruthless,
ridgid;
but save your breath.
You'll need it.
I could be falling to floor
clenched fists still swinging.
I will never be gone.
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