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Jul 2017
don't fear my dear,
for you are a gentle rose with a solid heart
that withholds a universal intelligence.

crimson petals that are
the creations
bestowed upon our home,
we owe our gratitude.

but do not be mistaken by the thorn
although a part of you.
for it will **** right through your sentimentality and
your existence is far more than that.

you have bloomed into a garden of grace and ease
but your "duplicate" still suffers for their truth.
the fault is not at your hands,
so pay no heed to the spikes that neighbor you.

rays of mine contribute to heal your internal wounds
that could only take so much.
but don't fear my dear,
for your field shall sprout quite soon.
jenny
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jenny  20/F/Miami, FL
(20/F/Miami, FL)   
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