The flower on the ground,
Looks at me with a smile,
It tells me "I miss you".
It tells me "I love you".
And I too miss and love this flower on the ground.
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Not So Fucked Up Poems
PoetryPoems and stuff, and blah blah blah. I don't feel like doing a description, They're boring, and they are annoying to write, Especially when the title sums up the whole book. BLAH!
