Your memories like any humane touch,
my mimosa heart is enclosed,
this longing for you has been very much,
i never remained so composed.

Tell me. Are you cherishing?
Our golden days of life,
or is it your soul perishing?
as iam bleeding, cuts from the knife.

I had to kill you in my mind,
though somewhere you are still alive,
you've been really unkind,
never opened again, left this mimosa heart to deprive.
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