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A Flower Called Love.
There was this flower
I watered it
I gave it sunlight
I nurtured the poor thing
But I sensed death near
Then it'd perk up
And I would stop worrying
My beautiful flower!
It was so lovely
But I sensed death near
Where this feeling came from
I have no clue
The flower I named Love
It's still alive
For how long?
i'd imagine that this poem would be a metaphore, it's a lovley one indead.
<3 Chelsea