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Friday, December 7, 2012
Fate
Little does it know its fate
Funeral, Festival, or date
The innocent bud
That blooms into a flower
Ruthless murdered in its prime
For offerings, for love,
for sympathy, for apology
Emoting for the one that ruthlessly
Took his life...
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