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Jun 2015
I'll rip you out of the ground every time I see you grow.
Put you in some water in my room, deprive you of sun.
Steal your beauty away from the world, and eject you into my world.
I'll make you mine, if only for awhile.
Again and again I rip you up, to take as my own.
I hate myself, oh, how I hate myself.
Please, flower make me feel better.
I know you want to, I just need to be loved, by you.
I don't love you, you just brighten up my day.
Flower **** me now, smother me in your scent.
Wrap your roots around my neck, I deserve it.
I never loved you, flower.
Flower, die.
Pine- Basement
Kathleen
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Kathleen  Florida
(Florida)   
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