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Apr 2017
II
You waited for the season
when all the flowers bloom
All for hoping that what was dead be revived; that what was lost be found

Yet to no avail
Spring came and pretty sure spring would go; but no matter how much you watered and no matter how much you cared, all you hoped and prayed for would remain dead
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