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Today I threw out the five orchids I let die a year ago. I've been waiting to see a sign of rebirth from the flowers but I often forget the key to every life form thriving is nurture. Not to be mistaken for doe like eyes and low voices whispering "you're so pretty." Funny thing is even I didn't notice I lost my step with the dancing ladies and withered away. His words always flowed like water And his touch always wet from the condensation on his beer can Still I woke up parched every morning.
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
Dancing Ladies are a Kind of Orchid, But I Have Never Been Soft enough
Today I threw out the five orchids I let die a year ago. I've been waiting to see a sign of rebirth from the flowers but I often forget the key to every life form thriving is nurture. Not to be mistaken for doe like eyes and low voices whispering "you're so pretty." Funny thing is even I didn't notice I lost my step with the dancing ladies and withered away. His words always flowed like water And his touch always wet from the condensation on his beer can Still I woke up parched every morning.
jamie-r
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
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