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In some way,
 behind closed doors, 
We are beautiful 
And We bloom like flowers
 In the dark of night,
 but the sun rises 
as it always does 
and we wilt and 
drop
 like leaves in Autumn 
desperately awaiting
 our pitch black Spring.
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Something About Love and Hotel Rooms
In some way,
 behind closed doors, 
We are beautiful 
And We bloom like flowers
 In the dark of night,
 but the sun rises 
as it always does 
and we wilt and 
drop
 like leaves in Autumn 
desperately awaiting
 our pitch black Spring.
Something About a girl, it's always about a girl
#love#poem
GeorgeStark
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GeorgeStark
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
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