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Dec 2018
I must go.
As I turn, I see,
Hidden by my eye,
A blossom.
A beautiful, fragile blossom.
But the tree is dying.
I must go.
Written by
       raphΓ¦l, A, Patrick, Boi, --- and 16 others
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