Content of: Here I Sit
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11/07/19 at 02:44PM
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Poetry
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Here sit I
naked to thee.
My leaves all gone,
much like a tree,
but lest just suppose
that's not me
for I am a Rose,
dormant to see.
Here sit I
naked to thee.
My leaves all gone,
much like a tree,
but lest just suppose
that's not me
for I am a Rose,
dormant to see.