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Jan 2018
I'd travel to the most secluded meadow.
The last one before the mountain steeps and the trees die out amongst the rocks.
Not to swim in the lake or the lesser pond.
But to pull a single flower for you.
What else could exemplify this?
The rarity of your beauty to me?
Looking at it as it is
Written by
       Rick the shoe shine boy, Kelly Rose and Medusa
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