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Romance
Just like a flower
our love
blooms in the summer
and dies in the winter.
With nothing but memories left to show
what once stood tall,
has now
fallen.
Tuesday 30th June 2015 6:24 pm
stood (Remove filter)
Just like a flower
our love
blooms in the summer
and dies in the winter.
With nothing but memories left to show
what once stood tall,
has now
fallen.
Tuesday 30th June 2015 6:24 pm
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