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A light by the hall, A key under the mat, An extra plate on the table Habits Have such a habit Of not leaving, The way she keeps watering dead flowers Hoping they’ll grow back Hoping that if she just keeps Giving them what flowers need, They’ll stop being dead Can someone Anyone Tell her They’re never coming back?
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
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A light by the hall, A key under the mat, An extra plate on the table Habits Have such a habit Of not leaving, The way she keeps watering dead flowers Hoping they’ll grow back Hoping that if she just keeps Giving them what flowers need, They’ll stop being dead Can someone Anyone Tell her They’re never coming back?
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
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