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Wilting Flower Petals

Wilting Flower Petals I count the men that leave me like a child would count wilting flower petals Dried up, bereft of color and soul, that's how the petals leave the flower, all alone Life seems to be a drifting montage Predestined and premade, I have no control over it Just as the flower sits away, silent and silenced as the children pluck the petals away.

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