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collapsing like dominoes,
like cutting a rose.
the flower of love,
made us fall apart.
i threw the symbol.
the symbol of us,
our love.
why?
'cause it's dead.
the memories.
the songs.
the flowers.
us.
i'm sorry i didn't treat you right.
i hope you see the light.
YOU ARE READING
flattened
Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©
