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Sep 2018
For every time I tell you I love you
other things come to exist.
Tiny miraculous things begin to happen in other places.

A flower then begins to grow,
A calm surrender to smile is given,
A fresh start is approached,
A new beauty in nature found and untouched.

The world is filled with glorious things my dear...
So, how many countless beautiful moments share the same time frame, the same seconds as these words we share right now, "I love you"?
Sara Buzz
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Sara Buzz  21/F
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   ardnaxela
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