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Jan 2021
A little rain then
Sun, the wilted flower speaks
Its song of the truth.
Graveyards turn to flowerbeds,
Watch the petals dance with me.
Written by
Cyrus Khounesavath  23/M/Virginia
(23/M/Virginia)   
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