the language of flowers
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    the language of flowers

    Poetry

    i was plucked, withered, and growing all over again.

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    he will greet you like spring
    
                          
    but your winters will be desolate 
    
                          
    cold and unforgiving 

    
                          
    but i still remember our summers
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