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Afflicted with rose-colored needs
She lives downward swept at my feet
Their whispers tell me step away
Like flowers she'll wither and fade
But over time things will slide and look different to me

She's gone to a place I can't write
I'd answer if she called tonight
My quest isn't best for her needs
In our world that's littered with seeds
But over time things will slide and look different to me



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Writer(s): Jennifer Elise Malzone
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