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Aromatherapy

You crushed all of my petals with your fists,

all of the pieces of me I wanted you to have.

I started pressing flowers into books

because if I can control the pain

it makes it easier to handle.

Stale,

crumbling,

distant.

I am distant

lost in the spine of a book

because I can control the pain

but never when it involves you.




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