《loud poetry from a quiet girl》one-hundred-sixty-third

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when you met me,

you gave me a flower,

a sunflower.

when you left me,

I put in my my journal.

every now and then when I'm flipping through the the pages,

I'll find it.

dying and falling apart,

just like you were.

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