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Jan 2015
Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain, stemming from eyes,
And those eyes, had irises of thorns,
brown and sharp,
And those tears, were falling on cheeks,
Like petals,

With a fragrance that everyone could understand.
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Everlasting
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