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About This Poem
Bloom
The flowers bloom over
your grave I remember
when your face turned
blue some how I was
14 when you left me
to fly over the stars
just like you to make my
heartbreak watching
slowly going insane why
am I in this place of odd
faces where are you
when I pray to far away
the distance over black sea's
ink in my arm to never forget
where you are silence is how
you answer what kept me
alive to watch the bloom
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