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Oct 2016
Here is a secret
that nobody knows.
Here are the roots
from which it grows.
Here are the roses
on which it sleeps
and those are the thorns
that it must keep.
Here is the wind
Where will it blow?
Please take this secret
no one will know.
Kaila Sullivan
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Kaila Sullivan  Arizona
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