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Apr 2017
I breathe
it fills my lungs
the atmosphere if warmth that surrounds
as I stand
amongst the mess that yu have somehow
made perfect
Yet I don't understand why
you choose me
every single time
you
want
me
Blooming Words
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Blooming Words  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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