Flower showers descending slowly upon each of us, letting our hearts have mistaken loves that are hesitant, not allowing them any room, turning them away, hearts shunning everyone.
Pulling it into the darkness that's settled and kept us going, only now there's no logic or reason to do so, for there's no more love being seen in a sensible shower of a tender yesterday.
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