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*There is a flower that stands atop of my grave that sits patiently for water every Saturday I inform to you that you remove it; and its silent melody before I decompose into something more beautiful than the dirt I've grown to be*
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Water my dirt on a Saturday Morning
*There is a flower that stands atop of my grave that sits patiently for water every Saturday I inform to you that you remove it; and its silent melody before I decompose into something more beautiful than the dirt I've grown to be*
ossa-putrescere
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
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