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When I biked up the hills
to your house, I saw you
planting bulbs in your yard
before you turned
and saw me.

I wonder if those bulbs
still bloom?

The one you planted
in my heart
roots ever deeper,
shoots with the freshest green
and blossoms exceeding sweet,
even now.

and see.

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