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Mar 2015
I look misplaced.

For I don't see,
We are the same.

We are unique,
in our own way.

But we are all wilting in the same way,
Slowly,
Surely,
Shamefully,
And soon completely gone.
Written by
Angel  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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