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Once, you used to caress me softly with the tip of your nose and were delighted by my smell

My color would beckon you, and you would watch me closely with love. When I grew older, my colors faded and my clothes fell to the ground

All that was left was my bare sex standing still and wasted. You could not bare the sight of me and cut it off
And then all that was left of me, was a cut stem in a vase.