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Apr 2020
I am not your flower
yet you pluck my petals.

"He loves me,
He loves me not."

the familiar fluttering
until I wilt.

you dig me up
to drink the water
from my roots
with no intention
on planting me again.
Written by
sorrowcherry  32/F
(32/F)   
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   Cayley Raven and Shley
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