Invisible from the outside, just below the skin lay all the scars where you once touched my soul so tenderly I almost forgot how cruel a woman can be. I dusted off a heart that stayed still for so long, hoping the pain of losing you would quietly go away if ignored. I dreamed of a woman that existed, even though you have been gone for years. Nothing that you said, no feeling that you stirred, has any significance now. You should have stayed a shadow in my mind. But instead, you materialized into a flower, a beautiful flower, a poisonous flower that lured me in with a smile and then sent my heart back in a coffin.
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