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My dearest daisy
I fear your absence, my love
tomorrow you might wither away
the passage of time never stops
but neither do you, who callously bloom.
Forgive me just this once.
For my hands couldn't be softer enough.
I do not pluck but instead destruct
To test your fragile softness, I touch
and to test my love for you I destroy.
So you wither away in my hands
A perfect ending for a tale foretold:
For I love you too much, I bring ruins.
tomorrow you might wither away
the passage of time never stops
but neither do you, who callously bloom.
Forgive me just this once.
For my hands couldn't be softer enough.
I do not pluck but instead destruct
To test your fragile softness, I touch
and to test my love for you I destroy.
So you wither away in my hands
A perfect ending for a tale foretold:
For I love you too much, I bring ruins.
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