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a quiet night                                                     echoing sobs                                         glimpse of grief                                                  heavy heartbeats                                   sulking by a corner                                              blaming my mind for hours                           thinking over and over again -                          you can never grow a dead flower.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
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a quiet night                                                     echoing sobs                                         glimpse of grief                                                  heavy heartbeats                                   sulking by a corner                                              blaming my mind for hours                           thinking over and over again -                          you can never grow a dead flower.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
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