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Sadness take root, Spilling clear dew on its shoot, Sometimes I wish I could stay put, Never thinking of all the what-could.
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
overthinking.
Sadness take root, Spilling clear dew on its shoot, Sometimes I wish I could stay put, Never thinking of all the what-could.
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
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