I kept the flower u gave
In between the pages I caved
for love
It lost colour and smell
It started growing moss
an ugly sight to perceive
It ruined the pages of the book
bleeding dry the memories
into the seams
but I cant throw it away
It sits by the window still
glazing in the rays
dying in the haze
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Author:
Edgar_NiyaPoe (
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