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It withers near a bare tree, under skies filled with gray. It withers with tired petals amid dullness, and rain. I see it wither here. I see what remains. Poor haggard thing with no place to go. I see it wither here without ever seeing it grow.
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
It Withers
It withers near a bare tree, under skies filled with gray. It withers with tired petals amid dullness, and rain. I see it wither here. I see what remains. Poor haggard thing with no place to go. I see it wither here without ever seeing it grow.
#tree#flower#petals#grow#wither
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
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