little prince, tell me that story
about the rose whom you claimed as your own.
she was supposed to be unique, right?
but she really wasn't. wasn't she?

i'm guessing, she did something different--
something i always could have done. but i didn't.
so why am i thinking about those things you said last night?
i'm afraid i listened too intently.

so much that i felt...
i wanted some kind of a love story.

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