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Mar 2018
counting blossoms
can't smell them, not through the cold
few hundred on this tree
few more at my feet
tragic
last thing we need
is for spring to die young
saige
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saige  22/F
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       Bloom, Pax, beth fwoah dream, gooliyyer and Inkveined
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