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she loves me...
she loves me not...
she loves me...
she loves me not...
the game you play with the flower because you just really aren't sure. each petal has something different to say, but no matter what they say, love or not, they are still pink. can you count the thorns that pierce, that you pull out of your delicate fingers? well i do because with this flower i can't pull off the petals because they just make me smile too much
so i just sit and go through the motions of that stupid game because i already know the answer...love or not, i love pink flowers because they always make me smile
kinda like those blue eyes as clear as the sky soaring above the clouds...it is from there that the petals fall from, and remind me of
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