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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
 outside,
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
anymore
because I
won't answer


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
















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