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Chrysanthemum
Delicate flowers dropped from my tear ducts
Falling into my clenched hands
I never knew
How much I needed those flowers to leave
Until I realized that
I was no longer made of dirt
Falling into my clenched hands
I never knew
How much I needed those flowers to leave
Until I realized that
I was no longer made of dirt
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