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Mar 2020
it was past eleven
and some flowers
were blooming.

in the morning
they were dried.

why couldn t them
bloom during day
so everyone could
admire their beauty?
i guess i am one of those flowers. why so afraid to open up?
gabby
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gabby  F/lost
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