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The last tuberose
With your capricious heart, you play,
Treating me like a mere trinket every day. Vows made, then swiftly shattered,
Leaving me with words that never mattered.

Fidelity's art you scarcely grasp,
Your love, a transient, fleeting clasp.
You come and go as you desire,
Leaving me in anguish, my soul afire.

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