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Jun 2015
I sent off my heart today,
in folds of ink and moth's wings.

I whispered a wish and let go,
so it could flit across the waters.

When it reaches you,
will you hold it close, and set me free?

Or will you burn it,
and let my prayers rise to the heavens?
written July 2014
Rustine Hamlett
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Rustine Hamlett  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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