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May 5
I thought i'd never fall in love again
like the old flower who flourished
in the same dirt you once walked over
the flower soon to be ripped out
of the soil that nurtured it into belonging
from the greedy hands you've grown into
just because you wanted something
pretty to hold.
Natalie
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Natalie  15/F
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