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There are no more flowers To find in the grass and offer up To you, As if this land Is already preparing for you to leave it, Blighting any lingering blossoms With lacy frost.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
December
There are no more flowers To find in the grass and offer up To you, As if this land Is already preparing for you to leave it, Blighting any lingering blossoms With lacy frost.
mikaila
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
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