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In the last maiden season of spring mother told me that the jasmine wouldn;t bloom that year and they didn't. For father had died the day before and the flowers knew how to cry. So why do they bloom now when the lover has taken rest and that one bite on my neck has vanished away in the air around us. only mother knows she who sits on the porch knitting sweaters and mumbling sounds to the flowers. 'Queer'.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Queer
In the last maiden season of spring mother told me that the jasmine wouldn;t bloom that year and they didn't. For father had died the day before and the flowers knew how to cry. So why do they bloom now when the lover has taken rest and that one bite on my neck has vanished away in the air around us. only mother knows she who sits on the porch knitting sweaters and mumbling sounds to the flowers. 'Queer'.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
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