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Sep 2013
I desperately wanted to be beautiful.
So I harvested all the roses in my garden.
They said it's too pitiful.
That my ugliness cannot be pardon.
But I cut them.
plucked all the petal.
break all the stem
and drop the  flowers on my kettle

I  made rose water to drink.
and I hope like roses.
I bloom.
Jodie Bee
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Jodie Bee
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   K Balachandran
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