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i am not a pretty flower i wilt forgotten. |
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i get junk mail, spam, machine calls from politicians that i hang up on. the knock at the door is only the junk man and the honk on the street is for the neighbor. even the crumbs of postcard hellos have long eroded. if i knew a leper he would introduce me to his leprous friend and they would look with pity upon me. |