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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.

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
like waves
going their
separate ways
along the dusty,
highlighted 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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