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Aug 2020
Forever they had me fooled,
the fake flowers on my nightstand
Kept watering them, kept them in the sun,
Pools forming in the light sand

You’re buried too,
Not as close, it’s a fifty-mile drive
I don’t mind it though, I do it for you,
I think every time I arrive

You’ve had me fooled as well,
these flowers you can’t receive
And although these are real,
they’re just there to help me grieve
Bente Holthuizen
Written by
Bente Holthuizen  17/F/Netherlands
(17/F/Netherlands)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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