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A flower, She whispers to wind Sings to the sun, dances to the drizzling rain. A flower she breathes Nowhere but her sprout.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
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A flower, She whispers to wind Sings to the sun, dances to the drizzling rain. A flower she breathes Nowhere but her sprout.
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28/M/Abu Dhabi
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
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