stared at the scars from before
She wanted to forget
hear the fists upon the door
where all she did was cry
She wanted to forget
forgive the constant lies
when she watched the flowers by the path
she made patterns with the petals
exposed to winters wrath
She sat upon the caravan
stared at the place where she died
She watched the flowers, now overgrown
as she remembered, forgot and cried
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