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Jun 2015
when I see a flower
I want to pick its roots
for I want to share
the beauty with you

my, oh my
every petal leads me to you
the wind whispers
a name that is yours

What I want to hold forever
just slips my grip
soars high above
never to touch the ground

something so pure
is something untouched
the adventure is waiting
to give or give up
Susie kate
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   --- and life's jump
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