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Jamie Beharie Apr 2018
The final petal of the rose fell
I watched it as it slowly surfed the air
Landed with the most gentle thud
A tear fell from my eye
I felt the pain of the rose
For she has lost what's left of her
She has nobody to pick up her broken petals
You promised to pick up my broken pieces
Sadly you only broke them even further
My purpose was to shine
You let me die.

— The End —