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Without the beauty of flowers,
Can she still be named as one?
Falling...
Yet others are indifferent.
Leaving her shelter, lying on the street,
Numb.
Be not mistaken,
Coldness is just a pretense.
Rolling unwillingly....
Tenderness ruined.
Her eyes, loaded with fatigue,
no longer opened.
Flying with the breeze for miles....
Looking for him.
Her dream....
Shattered by a warbler's scream
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