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Apr 2019
I was a sunflower;

in all my colorful glory
a happy sight to behold
—more to my nature than could be imagined.

But you preferred roses;

Soft.
With petals that called your fingers
to linger as they please.
Written by
nosipho khanyile  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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