Pressed Thoughts 

 
Pressed petals.

But at what cost,

To keep this memory prolonged?

The flower now faded,

No scent,

No depth.

Just an outline of what was.

It’s heart gone.

Maybe it should have been enjoyed in the moment.

Then let go.

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