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Feb 2018
Why flowers for a funeral
Flowers wither and die
I always thought it strange
How can you remember anyone from a flower
Back in my childhood days
It does not stand still in time
It withers
Then dies
Beautiful things when in bloom
Used all year around
Why flowers for a wedding
A flower to signify love
I always thought it strange
All those flowers that go to waste
When all is done and their purpose is served
they all wither
Then they die
Beautiful in bloom
Put on show
Then wither and die
The cycle of life
My damaged me
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   jza aguilar
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