Floats through petals drop…

Stem tilts and quickly bends..

tends to be when I think of thee…

Gone is the vision, replaced with reality..

Partiality. Lack of commonality.

Grown to be from where time went…

Put a dent in the soul of you…I.

While we were asleep, dreaming other dreams.

It happens.

It happened.

It happens.

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