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You were the ceramic that held my sunflowers

my little flower pot

until one day i made you angry

because I let the sun guide me

you used the shards of your own vase to slice off each petal

so no sun would would let me be guided

because a petal-less sunflower is no longer pretty

and nobody wants a no-longer-pretty sunflower

 -heart theft


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