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He grew wildflowers in your heart full of red roses.

You tried to pluck them out, one by one.

He planted a kiss, and the butterflies flew.

And with that, the wildflowers grew.

Your heart became a garden he often went to,

but he only ever came to tend to the flowers,

as you saw from your bedroom's window view.

He thought he loved you,

and you thought so, too.

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