remember. a poem.

did you
hesitate
before you did
what you did
helpless like you once were
too, fresh and pure and
alive
well things turn awful
red when they’re left growing
wide open in
the hot sun scorching the pretty
little petals until
the first frost
and then after
winter cold and white
the hot crimson petals
push through and
remember

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