To be witnessed
I must go
To those who understand, the flowers
Sit with me patiently, strewing
Their scents and offering up
Their stained blush cheeks
For gentle stroking
I, too, need to be caressed
Kept company
Not be questioned, I do not want to analyse
or understand
My only wish to unpetal
And sit, empty
Alone with all the others.
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