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Feb 2013
It burned my little petal
But the gun was cold on my face
I was not afraid
I was in another place
My imagination escaped  
I ran through fields of flowers
Catching butterflies and smelling daffodils
I blew bubbles slowly into the air
Chased the dog across the yard
I had a vanilla ice cream and it was just right
The sun was warm against my skin
I was not inside a cage
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
(45/F/Michigan)   
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