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loves me not
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2020-12-10
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yes, love blooms
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no matter the soil,
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but what is the point
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when you throw away my toil?
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I am a daisy pushing
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through sidewalk concrete's crack,
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but you ripped off my petals
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to divine if she loved you back
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this tattered body drifts
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discarded down the stream,
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while you walk away unaffected
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lost in lover's daydream
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I hold on for dear life
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to these seeds still in my chest,
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a promise of better life ahead,
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Goddess' behest
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and when the stream deposits me
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on the muddy shores,
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I will take root and try my best
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to bloom again once more
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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