i love like wilted flowers do.
quietly hoping to be chosen, yet know i won’t be.
you were never mine to hold,
and i was never worth keeping.
print(poem.title)
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print(textbox_content)
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previous_page =
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print(poem.title)
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print(textbox_content)
i love like wilted flowers do.
quietly hoping to be chosen, yet know i won’t be.
you were never mine to hold,
and i was never worth keeping.
date_posted =
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previous_page =
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next_page =
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