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You were dying
your petals were crackling.
I soaked you with my tears.
It did not help.
I showered you with my blood.
It did not help.
I grabbed you
and buried you
in the red soil of my heart.
You grew within me,
you flourished,
your roots
wrapped around my vital organs
and sipped from the springs of my life.
Your leaves
grew in my lungs.
We now breathe together.
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