Fallen petals

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My love,
They caught me.
Do you remember my
fallen petal series?
I am like that.
The wind is coming.
I might wither.
They know me now.
They found the pain.
I never hid my pain.
It was all visible, public.
They believed in poems.
They knew metaphorical pain.
I've manipulated them. 
But now they found it. 
My deep secrets
That you understood
Which I never told you.
They know
Like you do.
They are not you.
They'll destroy me.
Everything unfurled.
How can I withstand the wind?

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