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The warmth of the next season can't be written when the pages are already filled.
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143.
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The flower of me isn't so real
And the world you see is just still
So, hold on to my lie
You see me
Crying, you see me
Breathing, you see me
B..
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A love poem. Or a confession?
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Garbled noise - obsolete
Yet, even more so - me
The pages turn time, and the ink fades
Away the world shies
And there's a way I'll shine
But..
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Don't touch me
Don't leave me
I'm scared I'll wilt and wither like those who came before
Don't rush me
Please teach me
How can I ever bloom in ..
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Just how I feel sometimes. Most times, usually.
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Brilliant Blue, Wondrous White, Revealing Red, Poignant PinkJust like the anemone flower, I'm blessed with powerful shadesBut only if you could see th..
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Flower, flower, yeah
Finding myself.
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