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He loves me…
He loves me not!
Thought hurting me like
A paper cut.
Not much blood shed
But the wound burns,
My mind spirals
The flower turns.
He loves me…
He loves me not!
I trust fate
I really do, but…
It doesn’t matter,
You know? It’s true.
Because, my Love
I do love you!

 

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Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a lovely orange daisy-looking flower.