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May 2012
People are like flowers-
They die a lot.
They grow, into beautiful beings-
Then wilt, when they change.

People are a lot like wind-
You can't see them.
Or rather, their personalities-
You must act on faith.

People are like seasons-
They come and go, ebb and flow
One into another-
Where they go? You'll never know.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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