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Aug 2019
Her mouth is blossoming a Rose garden.
What a beautiful tasteful treat.
She must be handled with care,
As her words may not always be so sweet.

Bitterness at second nature.
Perhaps it's because she prefers a Peony.  
But she grew a Rose garden instead,
With the sharpest thorns growing up her feet.
Shay
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Shay  25/F/Tempe
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