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6d
If they gifted you an artificial flower,
it doesn’t mean they don’t love you,
it just means I will stay with you forever,
thinks the lover…

It carries the scent of pure elixir,
and if you don’t burn it,
you cannot silence the “me” inside them.

Red red red,
artificial artificial artificial,
roses roses roses,
in a white marble vase,
until nausea
artificial…
Mari Chubinidze
Written by
Mari Chubinidze
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     Pavin Daniel and Emirhan Nakaş
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