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Dec 2012
She held the flower stiffly, watching the petals fall away one by one.
Her mother. her father. her friends. all of them left this little flower.
Now all that's left is a thorny stick unwanted and useless.
Don't bother picking it up it will only ***** you.
It's fragrance is gone . . .
Leave it there . . . everyone else did.
Written for a friend
Jacob Daniel Ellinger
Written by
Jacob Daniel Ellinger  Grand Rapids Michigan
(Grand Rapids Michigan)   
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