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sanja Feb 2020
Petal to my flowers                                                          ­                               Your whispers tingle my spine                                                            ­         I unfurl my guts                                                             ­                                     You the wind in which i flee                                                             ­          In chaos i wonder in your gaze                                                             ­       I an outcast feel in place.
sanja Feb 2020
Hope was a dime                                                                                                           Flipped mine                                                                                                                 Landed on the wrong side.

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