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Oct 2024
As I look around
my poorly grown flowers,
Sparse,
and half dying,
you're the only one who has ever
sat in my garden
and told me how beautiful it was.
Phia
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Phia  25/F/In My Own World
(25/F/In My Own World)   
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   erin and Wyatt
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