Non-Erotic PoetryForetellingThere's an opening in my heart to let;
where lay many soft, silky petals;
prophetically torn, are allowed to fall
wherever gravity let's them fall;
It's a wonder that I even let
my fate (future?) be told by petals;
Sometimes, though, it would seem that petals
know more than I about who would fall
with me over the precipice...so I let...
I let the petals fall; she loves me.
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