In the midst of the graveyard.

In the midst of the graveyard.

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#Poem The white flower there... Still alive. But he's gone.. Not one to return. Why did he have to leave me here? And here I'am .. In the midst of the graveyard.. Wondering how I'm gonna make it through here from now on. I wish it was easier than this.. I wish I could exchange that white flower for him.. But all I can do is adorn him with it...
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