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7d
To those
who abandon the very souls
they once vowed
to die for

hear this...

Even a flower,
plucked and dead
in your careless hand,
will gift you
its fragrance.

It does not curse.
It does not withhold.
It bleeds beauty
for the one
who tore it
from its roots.

So too
do the truest hearts,
they bloom
for their betrayers,
and love
even as they wither.
Gifts of the broken
Muhammad Sami Sadiq
Written by
Muhammad Sami Sadiq  40/M/Sweden
(40/M/Sweden)   
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