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i dug, one, two, three
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her languish breath called to me
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i heard her veins vulnerable dream
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fungae flare from her phosphoresce skin
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melancholia realization profoundly sunk in
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this crestfallen night, my protea, lie prone, six foot deep
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protea
Puisi"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
