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my flower, once wilted
my love, once tainted.
dreaming with eyes closed where imagination flows, you were picked.
through your stem i feed you passion.
feel your mind explode as the redolence is captured.
for everyday that comes, you grow more lovelier.
at sunrise a heart becomes whimsical
as the sun falls the darkness embraces enchantment.
no more shattered voices hiding in the crevices of the mind.
you are my flower
~creepingelm
