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A Dear John Letter

Dear Flower Man,

The petals have
all fallen
like rotten apples
from a tree

The flame in
my heart
has gone out
like a candle
in the wind

The blood
in my veins
runs cold
like a spring
running over
the ground

The ice clings
to the wires
and the power
has gone out

You are
a needle,
and I am
a pin cushion
You are
hurting me

It is time for us
to part our
separate ways
like the waves
upon the sand

So don't send me
flowers anymore
because I won't
embrace them
Don't dial my
number anymore

because I won't
pick up
Don't come by
my house
because I
won't answer

I am leaving you
for good
this time
The hourglass
is now empty

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