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How does the withering flower

Say its last goodbyes?

“He loves me, he loves me not.”

“I love him, I love him not.”

It whispers to the wind,

“Take my lingering scent

To the one who knows me best,

So that they may remember me this way

Forever.”

It whispers to the earth,

“Take what’s left of my soul,

So that someone new may bloom,

And when he looks upon you,

He will see another,

More beautiful.

More fragrant.

More.”