Flowers On Our Grave

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This circle always turning...

I will keep yearning.

While my heart aches and stays burning.

The flowers once flourished,

No longer nourished.

Yet I still pray and wish—

To once more feel your kiss.


We'll extinguish twin flames,

& dust the remains—

On shattered graves.

Our hearts no longer slaves.

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