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Feb 2018
Rubies, diamonds, and other precious stones
are the only things left in my head
my riches areΒ thoughts left unsaid
fear is only a penny that buys me time
my imagination spends a fortune
for my every dime
I have lived as a simple bird who walks
but on this day,
I am a flying fox
SoZaka
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SoZaka  M/Seattle
(M/Seattle)   
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