Petal poems—gone! Gone!
He loves me not!
Wanton Time—a wind with my thoughts
Stole the buds before they could bloom.
And those that withstood—
Little flowers! Such pretty petals!
I tore them! I tore them! He leaves me not!
With my teeth I took each tender piece—
My fingers! My tongue! Such pale, helpless petals, and I—
He loves me not!
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