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Mar 2015
Let it die,
Stop with the sunlight,
The water,
The care,
It's a hopeless case.
Once the rose is cut,
All it can do is wither.
It's too late to save it,
Just let it die.
I thought this kind of looked like a vase but I didn't mean to do that.
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
     ---, ---, ---, Jan Harak, Rear Window and 10 others
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