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Mar 2016
what if we could fold up the mountains,
into a small square that we keep in our pocket.
what if this barren road littered with cacti,
wasn't a bittersweet median,
between what you want and what you have.
what if it was all enough,
what if it didn't break your heart.
what if it isn't the end,
but the long- awaited start.
For you
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   Cecil Miller
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