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Jan 2018
I was wilting
I was dying
Suffering in a garden,
adorned with dead flowers
I was alone
A small and blue rose
Facing the world by myself
I was sad and wanted to wilt
Wanted my petals to fall
A gardener came one day
Tall and a little chubby
And planted a tall red rose
It loomed over right next to me
It looked down at me
And a small yet happy and vibrant rose petal slowly fell
and landed on my sad and dull blue ones
Juni Notte
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Juni Notte  15/F/In a cold and blue body
(15/F/In a cold and blue body)   
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   Rose and Angie Marcano
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