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Oct 2018
i picked a sunflower
not because i wanted to
because i had to,
it reminded me of you
now you see?
see what you have done
done to me
I'm trapped in nest
nest made of you
you,
your smile,
your laugh,
made of you.

the sunflower is dead now.
i try to bring it back alive
i really try it
nothing brings it back alive
nothing makes it alive,
maybe aliveish
not alive.
but maybe is that all i can get
aliveish
maybe that's fair enough
enough alive
Written by
rooprahkleja  14/F
(14/F)   
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