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I love you.

Dry Orchid

Withered
Lifeless and purple I sit
Pressed between the pages of my past
Crushed and bent
Bruised in places I cannot see
Broken in places I cannot feel
A silent emotion lies in my
Fragile folds
Almost lost, almost forgotten
Weightless, I lie
Confined to a rememberance
A shadowy wisp of a summer scent
Lying in the winter of my discontent