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Withered Dreams
by Betsy Randolph (Mar 2011)

Withered art the dreams
Once vivid in her mind
Washed away by grief
Planted there by time

Behold what once beauty
Now lies a putrid state
Defiled, a lovely lady
Slow death now her fate

Place the flower on the ground
And close her hazel eyes
Kiss once more the lips so red
That could you, mystify

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