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Feb 2021
The flowers you refused had begun to wilt when you had left

Something more that you should know is I refused to get them wet

I let them wither and discolor, forgotten they existed

Wouldn’t you consider that cold, and rather twisted?

Well, wouldn’t you agree?


I see.
Written by
Israel Alderete  20/M
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