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a bucket full of withered roses two repeated sentences — both still lingered in the room Echo repeating: he loves me he loves me not she was not heard another unrequited love in the midst of a stillness
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
Narcissus was not the only one
a bucket full of withered roses two repeated sentences — both still lingered in the room Echo repeating: he loves me he loves me not she was not heard another unrequited love in the midst of a stillness
JacMug
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
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