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Nov 2
In love's garden, we wander free,
Picking blooms to show our glee.
Yet, in our grasp, they wither fast
Leaving death where life once last.

How wicked love would be,
To take and not give back to thee.
To cherish and then let fade,
The beauty that our love has made.
Written by
Sbulelo
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