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Feb 2017
I hope my words
float in your head
like multicolored balloons
unraveled from their weights

Your sun stained hair
no longer melts
between my fingers
Written by
Bridget Ewing  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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   Keith Wilson and Bianca Reyes
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