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Dried flower of love. What happen to your beautiful color? You came from a precious garden. I chose only the most beautiful one in my eyes. I chose nothing but the best for you. Because that's what you are and always will be.

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For You?

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Published: May 26, 2015
LinesWords: 643

Tags: #love #flower

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