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Mar 2020
I left my love
On the petal she pulled

He loves me not
He loves me

Not as he should
But as she could

Not

As each petal dropped
I was the last one caught

She turned it over
And read what she thought

It was love

But now she doesn't
Got

A flower to ***

Because she picked me
All apart
JaxSpade
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