White chrysanthemum girl

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Soft petals, clean and pure.

Each week she buys a new bunch

To place on her bedside table.

An effigy to the boy she loves,

But could not keep.

Loves me, loves me not,

She says as the petals fall,

Like the raven locks that

Pile at her feet as

The scissors clip detachedly.

In leaving however, she is freed,

Only because he saved her,

And so she became,

The White chrysanthemum girl.

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For the boy that saved me, cos I couldn't save myself this time. Thanx R.F.D.