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A greenish wonder; wrapped in white, It gave a floral scent of sublime delight. Plucked from life; it held a belle desire, There it held the glamorous shire. The purpose was lost; a withered corpse, The vase remained; a ceramic coarse. Depraved of soul; an empty gloom, There was a vase in my room.
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Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
Withering Vase
A greenish wonder; wrapped in white, It gave a floral scent of sublime delight. Plucked from life; it held a belle desire, There it held the glamorous shire. The purpose was lost; a withered corpse, The vase remained; a ceramic coarse. Depraved of soul; an empty gloom, There was a vase in my room.
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17/M/Nepal
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
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