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Blue Orchids Whither

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EnigmaticNDN

Published: Feb 28, 2015

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All memories fade into darkness
Tomorrow in apathy becomes my sickness
Roses are red and blue orchids whither
As I breathe the stillness of Ether
To end of all things griever
By
Enigmatic

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