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Michael Mojica Feb 2019
You once told me your favorite flower was roses, so in my all my dreams I end up as a seed hoping you find and plant me watching me grow and blossom into the man you always needed. I wanna see the look of astonishment on ya face once you realize I am not like these weeds and will continue to flourish shedding my thorns and wrapping my stem filled with my all around your heart. Protecting it always.

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