Oh to be a dahlia in a pot,
Thriving inside your feverish dream,
The freshness of your life,
Seeps into my roots, my skin.

In the hellscape of your mind,
You forget to remember me.
Two dreams later, when you stumble,
Into the garden of forgotten faces,
You see me, waiting to be seen

You cry, water me with your sorrow,
I crumble at your touch,
I wither, I've waited too long.

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