Wilting
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- Posted: February 26, 2016 Wed, 18 May 2016 00:39:41 +0000
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Fell asleep with my hands clasped of flowers
Placed there after I’d already lost my powers
Sweet scents that will never pleasure a nose
Because in short time, so goes a wilted rose
