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Tiny petals on the ground around me
Soft pink, dried yellow, and dying brown
Like velvet they were soft inside my hand
Warm and small like a drop of rain in spring

He said that they were for me
I don’t know why he bought them
All they did was die
But it was while it lasted
But a flower will be forgotten.



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