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Feb 2016
Flower,
It has the unique power,
To mend broke hearts,
Always being sold on carts,
They bring color to the world,
At night they are curled,
They lie on a dead man's grave,
Or inside a lonely cave,
They have incredible scent,
And along with the wind it went,
A flower is a sign,
That good things,
Will come in time.
I have no idea what it means,
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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