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And for those I cherish? — Or those

severed relationships from years ago,

a smile, slowly, morphs into something

unfamiliar, a friend, a stranger, how should I know?

Once a magnificent tulip, left alone in the sun

with nothing to heal its withered wounds

and no one to admire its beauty in this world,

lies with brittle petals awaiting its final act.

The gardener returns, awestrucken, regret invades his mind.

This childhood friend turns my way. I peer towards

this dying tulip before me and slice it open.

I take its seeds, dry them off, and plant anew.

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