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Flower
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Category : Poems
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Like a sunset your memorizing Your sint makes me smile as it tickles my nose But you are dark in miny a ways Your the object my. Life now holds in her crimson soaked hands Your the sign of death and life a gift for the sick and for a lover Your more than one thang so why do I hate you