Advice from a Mutilated Flower  

She took a flower
And mutilated it
In a "he loves me,
he loves me not" way.

Having been tortured thus,
The flower revealed
That he loved her.

The flower lied
But I did not reveal its plot
For fear of what
She'd do to me.

Andrew Doshi

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