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Garlands of marigold
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Goblin fruit under marshmallow clouds
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Will I find broken answers
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Pearly droplets of
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The last rose blooms in my garden, a red obituary to
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Youth was gone, replaced by
the embittered soul that reeked of the past.by Soft Words 354 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 18 8:34 AM 2006. In Other
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