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Megan Clarke Apr 2016
And from my heart, no less my head,
My true feelings flew,
Persuade me not,
For I refuse to see your sights unbloomed
Simple in its ignorance,
From this seed it's flower grew,
I beg of you,
Forgive me not,
For I am left unbloomed.
[m.c]

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