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Mar 2017
I am a nomad
I travel place to place
Finding homes in people instead of houses

I am a flower
Always blooming new petals, no matter how harsh the winter frost
And for once I am going to plant my roots
In you
3.13.17
rhyme weaver
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rhyme weaver  29/NY
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