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For the Roses
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Post Valentines Roses
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bouquet of lilacs
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cone
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Beautiful creatures cannot be confined. Her wings will grow, she'll find the sky. - Christy Ann Martine
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we drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick... - Atticus