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Feb 2015
Bloom.
Leave me to rot-my darling.
Roots beneath,
Plucked.
You can see me now- my darling.
Let my presence reincarnate,
And seeds bloom into
The flower that you wanted me to be.
flower empty tired dark beauty
Yasmin Arnavout
Written by
Yasmin Arnavout  London
(London)   
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