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She loves me She loves me not You are the sunflower basking in the light Whistling in the wind Rising each day She loves me She loves me not How could you pick the petals off of something so beautiful? Unearth a living thing from the ground and slowly torture it with each pluck She loves me She loves me not She loves me! Like the sunflower loves the big sun even after it has been dug up Even after its color has been thrown to the ground with each- She loves me, she loves me not You are my sunflower I’m sorry I pick on you
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Sunflower
She loves me She loves me not You are the sunflower basking in the light Whistling in the wind Rising each day She loves me She loves me not How could you pick the petals off of something so beautiful? Unearth a living thing from the ground and slowly torture it with each pluck She loves me She loves me not She loves me! Like the sunflower loves the big sun even after it has been dug up Even after its color has been thrown to the ground with each- She loves me, she loves me not You are my sunflower I’m sorry I pick on you
melissa-e-pike
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
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