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In these ugly times, my words reflect the nature. Beauty is to be found, but it will be found later. Like the hard-headed flower at the cusping of the spring, My petals will soon open and sweet nectar it will bring.
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Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC
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In these ugly times, my words reflect the nature. Beauty is to be found, but it will be found later. Like the hard-headed flower at the cusping of the spring, My petals will soon open and sweet nectar it will bring.
Liam-is-lysergic
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Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC
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