ANS (April 30th / New York)


Life is like a fading flower
It looks so beautiful
It grows so freely
As time passes
The flower gets cold
The flower starts to die
The pedals fall
It crumbles apart
here is nothing left
Just a whole where something beautiful once lived.

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