It wither and wanes if you love a flower in marriage unless you graft it in the water to save the passion that you once had, to learn, to grow and to be free. I chose to bend, water it and admire from afar to the nearest observation just to take a whiffs to its scent. Only time will tell to rip from its roots to be enslaved by the variety of its beauty and sell it.
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