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Jun 2019
I'll crumble to dust
if you lean on me
any longer
I am but an sapling
that was forced to grow
before its time
a flower that bloomed
out of season
and withered before it
could blossom.
Esther L. Krenzin
Roguesong
Esther L Krenzin
Written by
Esther L Krenzin  17/F
(17/F)   
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