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Nov 2015
your name is always
on the tip of my tongue
and if you
wrap me in a blanket
and place me by the fire,
in the flames,
i'll see your smile,
but if i blink
it'll disappear
because our time
while full, was fleeing
and now you are just
dandelion seeds
in the summer breeze
that will land
in another yard
to make someone else's
wishes come true
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
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