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Tara Farello

Abstract

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Tara Farello

Abstract

Deceased

Deceased

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I guess you thought

I was a flower

Beautiful and fresh

So alive

I guess you didn't like that

So you picked me

And then picked at me

And picked

And picked

Until I was dead

Petals all around, spread

I guess you liked that

Know you wouldn't take it back

Even if you could




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