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May 2018
In a world of uncertainty
here lies a prayer.
An earnest one at night
with her hands clasped together before her lips,
a wishful thinking by day;
a talk to evangeline,
a whisper to the gust.
You are my dandelion,
You are every petal of it.
To my love, my dandelion.
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Sunday  19/F/neverland
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