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Olivia Wang Jan 2014
I have cut
the flowers
that you planted
underneath the windowsill

the blossoms that grew
from the seeds you gently placed
into the pulsing earth
and watered every day

Forgive me
their delicate beauty
pleased the girl next door
so I cut them down for her.

— The End —