the petals ell around us

nd we fell with them

but we didn't know that we were seeds

and as w watched the

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g

petals,

we thought we were one of them

so we

oh darling, when it rains it pours

and instead of blooming fuchsia

blossoms we let the rain smother us

this is about the pasts that shaped who we are

of the monsters in ourselves and the world who made us dead inside

this is why we try to make each other alive