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For Benzaiten

Going once, going twice

petals fall upon the floor

The bouquet of my life

destined to blossom never more

My pattern of love:

another flower waltzes through the door

and gone again

a puddle of petals like the one before

Farewell cruel world

your offerings are much too temporary

I know now that my path in life

leaves love unnecessary

Am I not deserving of a love honest and true?

Am I not forgiving of what each had put me through?

Alas, I take an iron box

and place my heart inside

and roll along my journey

with due diligence and stride

I accept my fate

to live alone

c'est la vie!

But what is this?

Another flower

is waltzing



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