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Apr 2019
You were the sun
And I was a sunflower
Always facing you
I’d turn as you rise
And as they’d shield their eyes
I’d bask in your lovely hue
But then a time came
When the skies filled with rain
And you forgot to wiggle through
So upon your late return
I glanced to voice my hurt concern
But you shined on something new
Beside me grew a rose
And you told me that you chose
To cherish more than a pretty shrew
So I wilted in disdain
Of the horrifying pain
That prospered as she grew
Written by
LaSharra Howard
318
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