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Apr 2017
They met in a pink field,
And they fell in love
with the slowness of a blooming flower.

They drank all their essences
as dry roots do with the rain.

Suddenly it became too much,
And their dried up
as a rose without oxygen.
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Livvy  Italy
(Italy)   
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   Michael L, Angel, Mack, Atta and Sophia Gaffney
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