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Mar 18
She talks regularly and with great enthusiasm,
of all the flowers she's ever gotten.
From boys and lovers and friends,
and even that one girl, from camp.
She remembers vividly, all petals and pollen.
She elaborates each scent, and colours each bloom.
But when I asked of her lovers namesΒ 
She said she had forgotten.
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Written by
Manuel Vettackal  23/M
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     rick, naΗ§Γ­, ---, Adam Torch, SleepEasy and 5 others
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