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But what happens in summer?

Bloom, bloom.

My spring is not determined by your winter's end.

Bloom, bloom.

I'm blossoming all on my own, and I'm more beautiful that I'm alone.

Bloom, bloom.

You know I'll never let you soil my flower bed.

Bloom, bloom.

You're a **** of a man, and I'm a daffodil of a woman.

Bloom, bloom.

Without you, I bloom, bloom.

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Written by
crystaljune
Published
Jan 22, 2017
Lines·Words
10·60
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#love#alone#flowers#beautiful#beauty#flower#woman#strong#bloom#blossom
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