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Some, life burns, some it saves, Though we're all just corpses looking for our graves. Tender petals brace as the north wind blows, But why and to what we cling on to, no-one knows.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
The Agony of the Rose
Some, life burns, some it saves, Though we're all just corpses looking for our graves. Tender petals brace as the north wind blows, But why and to what we cling on to, no-one knows.
richard-wishart
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
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