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A rose grows, Persistent to the trouble around it. And if not, It withers down, and grows again, All on a new day. And I’ve always thought about how much, We resembled roses.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
Gaps in the Garden
A rose grows, Persistent to the trouble around it. And if not, It withers down, and grows again, All on a new day. And I’ve always thought about how much, We resembled roses.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
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