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Dec 2020
I see your flower has grown tired
Wilting slightly under your hand's weight,
Time has stretched its pedals,
and moisture left its stem

I see it dreams of youth,
It clings to the memories of the suns drink
Thirsting, it stays dormant
resting,
Under the shade of your palm
Written by
Josh  M/Surrounded by music
(M/Surrounded by music)   
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   Maddy
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