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You say I am fake,
You say I am plastic,
You say I am undead,
My doom is tragic.

Your satin-soft petals bloom
Your scent always looms
When gardener forgets to water
It's when you meet your doom.

Flowers that bloom are flowers that wilt,
so, I turn myself into plastic, till eternity I will live.

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