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The Flower

The Flower

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She was a flower,

Fresh and beautiful,

Covered in morning dew.


She was a flower,

Bright and vibrant,

Usual and rare.


She was a flower everyone desired,

A flower that didn't want anyone but him.

She was the flower,

Who sacrificed love,

The love who was allergic!


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