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Jul 2018
I don't need a daisy
to tell me
he doesn't love me,
each sharp pick of a petal
of my skin
gives me a new answer
as he throws the ripped white
rubble of my body
over his shoulder
until I am nothing but a yellow core
full of the recipe for the
sweetest honey
you'll ever taste
he may not want my petals, but the his taste buds sure want my sweetness
Elinor
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Elinor  15/F
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