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Oct 4
I turn my head, dissatisfied
Holding a flower, which I had let die
Wilted and forgotten
Crushed so easily
I laugh at the sight
Oh did you ever even need me?
Goodbye, I guess
My garden needs you not
To spoil the blossoms
And have the happiness rot
Written by
tia  F
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