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There was a time when you mattered
The last bloom
On the Rose of Sharon
Of
The
Season
In which your spirit did not survive
Another fall
Falls near
As the sky
Or a petal from a poppy
Or a child of God
Did you really believe that?
That there was a time when it mattered
The way beauty fell away to reveal something more beautiful and terrible but toxic
But time
It mattered
Because it was yours
The lost blossom
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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