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Wane with Love

October 14, 2007
By Anonymous

A seed sown into unfriendly soil
My beating heart fuels its growth;
Long days and deep nights I toil;
An attempt to prune ushers a bloodstained oath;

A fragile head, with lace like petals;
A steadfast stem, with iron form
In the depths of my soul the roots settle
The whole withers under the approaching storm

Its life reigned under a great red banner;
So soon the feeling has grown ill;
Sheltered under my timid manner
It began to grow with an unstoppable will;
Lest my chances have diminished;
I feel my love is finished;


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