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petals work as one
held together at the stem,
until they are picked.
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Our love was a flower
he loved me, he loved me not
it was back and forth.
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A single flower
In a feild of dead bushes
starts to shed petals.
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Sharp petals like blades
Peirce through my ankles as I
Run through my garden.
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