My dear little flower
Where have you gone?
How could someone have been born so wrong
To leave you lying in a perfect
broken
Circle?
Torn apart; my merriment
What I think had better be a lie
This can't be a sign
It's not a future you
and
I
I'll keep your tiny broken shards
So that if this is just a dream I'll know
Oh sweet little bud
No longer forever mine
But I still can feel your arms around me
To lock me in a
forever
Embrace
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