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Jan 2012
I’ve never been so lost in such a sweet, innocent kiss.
It was like the smell of the pale, pink petals
Blowing off the cherry blossom trees.
The way they floated so carelessly, so lightly
Into the dark pool below.
That’s how I felt, like a blossom in the breeze
Forever in the present moment.
Christina McCourt
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