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Mar 2019
Howling and beckoning
The wind brought me to
A young woman standing in the tempest.
Hair like boughs but disintegrates in seconds
Her dandelion soul just out of reach.
When I grasp her hand she fades out of view.

Goodbye dear friend...
... goodbye
Amy Childers
Written by
Amy Childers  21/F/Missouri
(21/F/Missouri)   
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