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May 26
Under the cover of darkness,
I plucked that rose from its bush.
I spied it two days ago,
even snapped a photo of its lush
Foliage.
I feel guilty now,
But is that because, I stole it stealth
Or is that because it now droops, lifeless?!
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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