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The wind is shallow.
Although the bloom isn't strong.
The petals fall slowly.
The wind sees it's wrong

He holds his purple victim
for as long as it is bound
The wind started to cry,
and the petal slowly drowned.

He screamed with anger,
and grew dark with remorse.
Not understanding,
the petal had run its course.

He trembled with fear
and left as swiftly as he could.
Leaving behind no evidence,
like normal nature would.





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