Wilted flowers

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Like a vase full of wild flowers
The sun was always shining
So the flowers always grew

These flowers were lovely
Beating with beauty like a heart

But now all of that is gone
The vase has shattered
And the flowers are wilted
Dripping black blood

Stuck in a dark corner
The sun has turned black
Never shining again

One droplet falls
Now it's pouring
A hurricane of rain
Overcome the wild flowers

Now they're gone
They'll never grow again

*I wrote this one on May 16th*

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