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Blossoming remorse Sage scented lies Blank minds begging to be divorced from themselves Discouraged by the aroma of the room.   Declining souls mourn for deciphering 
Poetry, poetry, poetry. You are far different from a tale. You are the only thing stopping me from telling this world "Farewell". Although I typically talk to very few,  you my friend, have made me anew.
Dear Home,   Every time, I march out the front doors of the airport, Gazing over the crowd of families, Tears trickle down my cheeks,
Goddess of spring Jewel of Demeter They say you were walking In a field that was flowering And that Hades stole you away
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