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Jul 2017
Vines creep where I once crawled.
The sky fills with a fires hue.
Calm water quakes at the slightest touch.
Skin breaks at the softest fall.
Everything is so delicate,
so pure.

Yet here I am;
Imagining what I imagine,
and thinking what I think.
Sincerely
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Sincerely  21/F/Florida
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