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Jan 2018
I gave her flowers
A symbol of true love
Purple like her bruised knees

They were
Violets

He gave me flowers
To show his immaturity
Yellow like his hair

They were
Buttercups

We picked flowers
Made wishes
Blew seeds into the sky
Lawns covered in wildflowers
Yellow
Like the sunshine

They were
Dandelions

I picked flowers
For 24 years
Waiting for you to think of me
Pink and white
Like a fragile heart

They were
White clover
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
(25/F/New York)   
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