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Dec 2014
Her favorite flower in my hand
Each petal I pull
Is pain I caused
She loves me
She loves me not  
I try to forget
throwing the petals in a fire
Made if her pictures
And letters she wrote like scriptures
The smoke it creates stays
It won't fade away
The smokes dances
Twist an turns its way around the room
Into my eyes it burns
I inhale it
It burns my lungs
The feeling of suffocation
My hearts races
Adrenaline began to set in
For reasons I don't understand
An the flower
2 petals left
She loves me
She loves me not
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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   ---, Janine and Nathan Cross
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