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Nov 2016
My life is worthless,
I don't have a single petal
to add to this garden
of darling scarlet roses.
I have nothing to give,
everything is dying
in my grasp
and soon my soul will be fleeing
my life to wither away
and never come back.
Julie
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Julie  ..a quiet place in Canada
(..a quiet place in Canada)   
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