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Rose in Winter

Inherent is this basking fragility which announces the wild rose, bending devoutly to kiss the earth, as shadow to first love, mighty in its lasting yearn and abandon.

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Regarding Miss Stein

How the petaled complexities of the infinite rose is a rose is a rose sires tender turns through mounting cursive.

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