Jan 2019
When I open
For you
Like a flower,
And you pick my petals—
Strewn across the earth
In haste,
I wilt
And perish;
You will not
See me bloom
Again
For you
Like a flower,
And you pick my petals—
Strewn across the earth
In haste,
I wilt
And perish;
You will not
See me bloom
Again
(26/F/Texas)
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