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| I never knew time could change one in such a way, The months have been kind, even to this day. What is seen and touched upon, Without a doubt, would have to be the cons. What is often left surreptitious, Happens to be the bloom that astonishes. This proud magnificence stands out amongst the rest, Never showing any signs of arrest. This strange mixture signifies the irony; How something can be scorned upon but still show its beauty. |
| A Rose |
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