He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

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"she loves me,
          she loves me.... not.

She loves me,
        she loves me... not."


Scattered petals were slowly carried away
by the gentle breeze.

Crouched over a flower,
the young man continued to chant,
and rip apart its petals.


From his left,
I continued to watch him
sigh at every not.

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