i gave her a flower.
she said:
"thank you."
then i left.
but i couldn't just leave.
i turned back to
watch her.
she picked the petals off
one
by
one,
and sang:
"he loves me not"
"he loves me not"
"he loves me not"
and as they hit the ground,
they shriveled up
and died
with my heart.
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