I wilted,
I swayed,
I was picked by a little child.
She ripped off my limbs;
One by one,
Leaving me in pieces as she hummed.
My body was thrown to the ground,
Now I'm going to rot.
All I remember her saying was,
"He loves me not".
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Sunshine and Rainclouds
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