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Flowers mark the spot
Flowers mark the spot
Once fresh
Sweet scent
Since faded
Brittle petals
Tied to the railings
Marking the spot
The shrine beside the road
For the passing world to see
Never forget
Never allowed to forget
Sun-bleached photo at it’s core
Decaying flowers surrounding
A reminder for the careless drivers
Too busy pedestrians
Texting as they walk
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Thursday 14th April 2016 8:46 pm
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