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Feb 2016
Flowers may wither,
wither kinda brown,
brown in winter,
winter w/ the breeze so calm.

Roses are red,
red like blood,
blood runs when I laid
laid my hands to the thorns so bad.
Daniela Amor
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Daniela Amor  Cauayan City, Isabela
(Cauayan City, Isabela)   
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