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standing tall blood red in the Noonday sun you smile at me tease me for i know you would be in a vase near my workstation lovingly picked by one so prescious i see them ... everywhere are flowers and they are special because i know they were meant for me that you gave them to me with love and that this love unlike the bloom shall neither whither and/or fade Spirits [12:23] 23 Aug 98