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Jan 2019
Don't ask me to pick flowers for you;
love is not picking flowers
from a sunny garden.
That is destroying
something beautiful
to get what you want.

Love is holding you when you're at your worst;
no you don't look pretty
with your wet, distorted face.
Love is when you don't care
because no flower could compare
to my love for you.
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