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Dec 2018
My petals falling
noble and proud,
I scream out loud
looking into the crowd
asking for help
praising the welp
I stand still and takeΒ Β 
a spill,
the petals wilt and
tilt towards the chill
Germane royal roses
Written by
Zachary G  19/M
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