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Every day,
I feel you,
Slide your dry fingers,
Over my smooth petals

You Frown,
Rip my soft petals,
With your stong hands,
Like clamps

Then toss me in the wind,
I don't fall easily,
Anyway,
Your loss is someone else's gain

Cause I am a flower,
And the heart of me,
Is warmer,
Then you will ever know.