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Dec 2017
I had a lily heart
pure and passionate
I was gentle
My white petals were fragile and wilted when you touched me
Why did you rip me from my roots?
My severed stem laid limp in a cold ceramic vase
I was a symbol of your dying love and for each petal you picked was followed by
I love you…I love you not
Hannah Logsdon
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