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Dec 2020
How can one be so carelessly cruel?
To run around a field, picking flower after flower-
not seeing the weeds that have grown
or the flowers you have stepped on.

And I am just a broken petal-
but when you smile at me like that again,
I can forget the bouquet that is in your hand
and let you stomp on me all day
Somehow your sweet lies always work on me
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       ---, Gwendolyn Alaine, J and erica lynn
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