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Before you left,

You gave me sunflowers.

They live on my windowsill

And paint the room yellow.

 

You've always believed 

That I loved flowers

More than I could ever

Love a person.

 

But you never knew

That all I wanted was 

To grow a garden with you

And watch it flourish.


You're gone now, 

But the sunflowers still remain; wilting,

And I can't seem to throw them away

Because they are all I have left of you.




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