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Please, scrawny love, just last a month or two
And I’ll water you with good intentions.
Your frail leaves quiver as the wind blows through
Consume my thoughts and devour my attention.
Please, scrawny love, just grow a little more
Even spout some buds, and lay down some roots
I’ll feed you with fondness, it’s never a chore
I live for the promise of your tender fruit.
Please, scrawny love, don’t waste away just yet
I know my affection is not enough
Your leaves wilt and I’m left with regret
Helpless as you shrivel dry and tough.
Time marches on and the seasons must change
A stale, wilted love is all that remains.
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