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May 2015
my younger self
rains on me like dew – she has given me
a new dawn, and as I awake

I feel
her mist. I want to thank her for
her sacrifice, but she
is too young to understand
that it is a sacrifice. She believes in love

she believes in love
but she
does not believe she deserves it.

she gives warmth,   holding me like lips
******* on a thumb
           – young young young
Written by
Sarina  forests
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