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Sep 2014
In the darkness without sunlight
In a drought without water
not from soil,
but from hard, cold, filthy concrete.
Many doubted,
but a bud had sprouted.

Despite neglect,
a rose beautifully grew
she never lost hope
faith in him she always knew
the discovery was unexplainable
especially since that rose became you.
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ZL  F/Earth
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