Bloom again

He picked me like a flower 

 

tugged at my petals

 

tore my roots from the ground 

 

broken stem, broken body 

 

all that made me beautiful 

 

he turned ugly  

 

withered and weakened 

 

I will not stay 

 

I beg that like a flower 

 

the wind carry me away

 

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