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Thinking about the tumultuous world, Being thrown about like a rabid dust bunny. Eternally weeping, from joy or sorrow Who knows the will of the wilted flower?
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
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Thinking about the tumultuous world, Being thrown about like a rabid dust bunny. Eternally weeping, from joy or sorrow Who knows the will of the wilted flower?
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
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