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Jul 2014
You blossomed into my life,
Like a flower on a spring day.
I picked you up,
And kept you for so long.
But eventually,
You started dying..
And even though,
You're just a stem now.
You're just as beautiful to me,
As you were the first day I saw you.
Acidic Moon
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Acidic Moon  22/F/US
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