She
She left me here to stagnate in my tiny, shallow room...
She destroyed all her flowers, leaving only a small bloom...
She's a million miles away, and I'm still right here...
I'm holding down the fort... I'm holding back a tear...
I writhe in her absence, and there's nothing I can say...
Perhaps I will see her again... Perhaps, maybe in May...
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