"he loves me, she loves me not
she loves me, he loves me not"
petals
fall
down
tears
cry
loud
"she loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, she loves me not"
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
