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Nov 2013
My mind is corrupt
the flowers that used to bloom
dancing in the rain of happiness

Are wilted now
fragile to the touch
awaiting my sunshine

I wait
and I wait
my petals drifting slowly to the ground

Degrading to dust
Earthchild
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Earthchild
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