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A little rain then Sun, the wilted flower speaks Its song of the truth. Graveyards turn to flowerbeds, Watch the petals dance with me.
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
A little rain then sun, the wilted flower speaks
A little rain then Sun, the wilted flower speaks Its song of the truth. Graveyards turn to flowerbeds, Watch the petals dance with me.
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23/M/Virginia
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
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