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Fall is gone, I’m alone. This winter, I wither With this flower Next to me, That I didn’t water But that Didn’t bother. I made Her wither, Not winter.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Winter
Fall is gone, I’m alone. This winter, I wither With this flower Next to me, That I didn’t water But that Didn’t bother. I made Her wither, Not winter.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
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