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November 2, 2009
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I am the flower
Whose dancing petals
you caressed
Whose slender stem
you devotedly nurtured

I am the flower
Who you abandoned
and left to wilt
when I thirsted most
for your affection

I am the flower
Who folded its wings
and sank into the ground
Forever shivering
in the barren cold

- But

When the sun reawakens
and gracefully explodes
into a thousand diamonds
of glittering light
that fall upon my grave –

I am the flower
who blooms

once again.

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