chrysanthemum
Chrysanthemum, you
Will be a garden most beautiful
I am your water, your earth
Suck me dry
Take from me everything I can give
Your many dead petals, let them fall
Shed the things that make you withered
I will accept them
They crumble and decay when I touch them
I use them to help you grow anew
To make you stronger
You are my prize
I am your ground
Deepen your roots in me
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