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Everlasting

The plastic flower sighed, stealing a glance at the rose across the room. A REAL rose, a red, red rose, that filled plastic's heart with gloom. Here was a rose that had true life that grew and bloomed and breathed, While plastic was doomed to be the same throughout eternity. Never to feel the surge of life, to have life's color and hue! And plastic cried and closed her eyes and shivered in her gloom; And never saw that first bloom fall from that rose across the room.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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