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Apr 2015
She perished slowly
         due to the lack of love
Like a rose on its fifth day
  in a vase.

She wilted
Like the rose
Denied nurture, denied love.

Then one day
He crushed the wilted rose
And disposed it along with trash.

That day she sighed in her
bed for one last time.
The rose being dead.
Nirmalee
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Nirmalee
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