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May 2013
You bought me cacti one day
and told me it would be a symbol of our love,
withstanding every harsh environment
unlike the fragile roses which wilted within the week.
I never told you though,
that I ****** at keeping plants -
I either watered too much or too little.
In less than a year, the cacti were dead
and along with them,
your love for me.
Ting-Jun
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Ting-Jun
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