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Day by day,

these flowers wilt,

in a vase upon the table.

Our love dies,

a child cries,

love is just a fable.

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Hurt and pain,

will fill this vase,

that sits upon the table.

I loved you,

the whole way through,

but now I am no longer able.

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Pedals fall,

with wilted leaves,

from this vase upon the table.

But thorns remain,

to cause this pain,

as I try to remain stable.

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Now all that's left,

is an empty vase,

that sits upon my table.

Love is gone,

I'll carry on,

thank God for cable.



~*~ Jill ~*~