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one hit will lead to a thousand
so I must refrain from hitting
that's rage no one deserves
all the times walking away abstaining
passion that would only lead to
a lonely road after emerging from
exploding wreckage as if I planned
my own death to escape felt
contempt
the moment my mother
allowed my father to open her flower
before she could fully bloom
from that forbidden exchange
I materialized rubbing my eyes
allergic to pollen bee stings
fascinated by beautiful gardens
vaccination resembling a keloid locus
yet I can't stand the sight of
dying roses
he did not greet her with
a bouquet he did not sing her
sweet songs he did not valentine
her heart holding her hands
in his sweaty palms
with nervous beats in his chest
she did not hear those
tender words spoken
left alone and broken
she held back affection
while petals fell from her child
