not a stem. not a stem. not a stem. not a stem.

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I bought a rose
to give to you
a windy day
the petals flew

from the stem
to the street
i tried to catch them
with my feet

i got to your door
you looked to see
through the peep hole
right at me

you let me in
and i just froze
i gave you a stem
that was a rose...
that was a rose

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