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May 2012
you remind me
of the first time i saw a flower

how i

p
       l
   u
                  c
   k
                      e
                    d

each petal
whispering

she loves me
she loves me not


until i had nothing left
but a stem
and a memory

of something beautiful i
destroyed.
Written by
KM Hager
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