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Jun 2020
A picked flower
Slowly draining
However it could never be
You or me

A change of mind
Withering and closing in
A last attempt of reaching out
For you from me

With petals lost
The flower's long gone now
And I get that
We will never be the same
You weren't good for me anyways
Puck
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Puck  20/F
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