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You whom I will not name,
you were my
petunia,
you would release your pollen,
which
went straight into my
veins,
your pretty flower,
reached
my heart,
your petals, made
me lose my pedals,
but by a sad
morning,
our love
faded
I no longer have the joy of
smelling your scent,
my heart
weeps for me,
I no longer have this joy of
counting your beauty,
for your love
for me has faded
I find
value,
my little flower,
that you have
not known how to blossom,
in what could
have been our future,
I can
do nothing about it, it is fate,
hand on
heart,
I feel it, I die!
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