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She was a delicate flower, That had yet to be picked. He was the vicious wind, That torn away all her petals. Her happiness soon became the victim Of his gusty blows Now, There’s nothing left For her to show
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
Flower
She was a delicate flower, That had yet to be picked. He was the vicious wind, That torn away all her petals. Her happiness soon became the victim Of his gusty blows Now, There’s nothing left For her to show
juanitaserwah
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
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