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Sitting beside the window Holding the mourning stems, Ain't asking all But from you, your and yours, only! Things in the urn spilt out Blossoms shattered, like her years heretofore; Either the stem or thorns being the unfortunate, Paying for those words from her, every now. It is, It is not... #poem#tej#review