Sep 2019
I grew a flower
It sits on the table
In a vase with water
It took so much time to grow
To watch it wither so slow
Each petal fallen
Watches my wrinkled skin
Which one of us will fight
To the end
It sits on the table
In a vase with water
It took so much time to grow
To watch it wither so slow
Each petal fallen
Watches my wrinkled skin
Which one of us will fight
To the end
(M)
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