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Apr 17
look at all the love notes
popping in like poppies
across the piles in her room
she wakes to new aromas and
the tickles of dandelions
fed under the sun of high noon
she shouldn't pluck
not even one bud
it will die in the vase
withering under her love
she decides to sit idly
and enjoy the flirtatious spring
Written by
Anna  26/F/Charlotte NC
(26/F/Charlotte NC)   
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