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Oct 2014
Like a pretty flower in a vase of water
I wilt
No more wind to blow my leaves
I sit still
Cherished at first glance
I’m flattered
Thrown in the trash
Nothing left of me
Don’t forget
I came from the roots
What’s left
Still growing tall for you
When needed
You go cut a bit more of me off
Again
There’s a pretty flower in a vase of water
From personal experience. Makes sure the people picking your roses don't pick them all at once.
Written by
Daniel Boyer
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   Gisele and Ata
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