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Aug 30
In my garden,you are that one flower I want to save.

You are that season I always wait for.

You are that butterfly I dream to touch.

But in the end, the flood came-and the only thing left was weeds.

Let's start again.
Akshay Mochari
Written by
Akshay Mochari  20/M/India
(20/M/India)   
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   Susie Clevenger
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