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My ex who kept stalking me came to my doorway.
Please forgive me he said.
I handed him a bouquet and said
I will love you till the last flower dies.
He looked at the bouquet and said
But the flowers are already dead.
I answered...
Exactly.
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Comments (2)
A meaningful poem, reflects the qualities of a good poet.
Nice flower