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Fading Flower
by
Melissa DeMedio
Wilted flower,
By the road,
How it got there?
No one knows.
Faded crimson,
Fell to the hour,
Dusty gray,
Comes to be the flower.
No rain to be seen,
Dusty roads all a must,
But all can be good,
If your heart doesn't rust.
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