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Oct 2011
These are the flowers I picked for you,
remember to keep the blackest two.

These are the songs I'll sing for you.
Remember, I hope you remember
the saddest tune.

These are the lungs I blackened for you,
remember, always inhale those fumes.

These are the lies I spread for you.
Remember, you better remember
what's really true.
Shashank Virkud
Written by
Shashank Virkud  Tallahassee, FL
(Tallahassee, FL)   
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