Withered petals in my hands
Rough in texture
Not the soft caress that i remember
This flower dried
Just like how our bond died
Even after all the musts
In a blink, it all turned into dust
And all I could do was watch it happen
For what hurts more is trying
And the efforts made named "prying"
- Crimson
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