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Friday, September 22, 2017

🌹 A Rose A rose’s not roses, statues, standing still Without purpose, giving color gold, A blob on garden island walk until A bulldozer of yellow plows the mold. My father told a story the rabbits stayed In mossy thorns that God stuck in stem To wait for children before beasts hazed. The plant’s a... Sign in to see full entry.

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