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Jul 2012
I feel like a little girl running with dandelions,
Their seeds spilling behind me
So that when I give them to you
Nothing remains but the stems
And you love them anyway.
But Iā€™m in tears.
Alyssa Wilson
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Alyssa Wilson
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