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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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