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iris Mar 2017
I'm a flower.
so many other flowers and you picked me.
limited time only, but you still picked me.
will you come to pick me again?

i miss being the one picked..
iris Mar 2017
we'll always find our way home.
home is more than just a building.
it can be anything, even a person.
to confuse a house and a home
is likely.
but is your home really your 'home' ?
or did you just
misinterpret a house
with your real home..
-an ode to your 'home'
iris Mar 2017
questions.
to question or to not.
i question everything now,
and sometimes-well most of the times-
its not on purpose.
i have so many questions in my head.
can you answer them?
iris Mar 2017
you go to those who couldn't careless,
while the ones who does
clings at the edge of her seat.
xx
iris Mar 2017
**
she will always be loved.

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