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Sep 2017
You could not see,
The failing flowers,
And the stunted ****,

You could not see,
The falling birds,
Amongst the old trees.

You could not see,
The withered leaves
Drowned in sweet tea.

You could not see,
The pain of life,
And it's toll on me.
Written by
Jazz  16/F/Australia
(16/F/Australia)   
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