An Unsaid Poem
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The lily is yellow.
And the rain was so pink.
It was girlish and i don't know the temp for sure.
I left the shoes on the backyard.
Didn't think you will come by all the way.
The mushroom in your plate is getting colder.
Just like the heart of yours.
The heart of ours.
That never felt it. All the way goes.
I left the rest undone.
Never mind if you picked it.
Never mind even if you threw it all.
All the way lost.
The lily is yellow.
Leaving all the way behind.
And the rain was so pink.It was girlish and i don't know the temp for sure.
I left the shoes on the backyard.
Didn't think you will come by all the way.
The mushroom in your plate is getting colder.
Just like the heart of yours.
The heart of ours.
That never felt it. All the way goes.
I left the rest undone.
Never mind if you picked it.
Never mind even if you threw it all.
All the way lost.
The lily is yellow.
Leaving all the way behind.
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