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Apr 2019
Comes through my mind.
Blows out my thoughts.
Makes new things here.
Whispers sound into ears.
Gives gentle touch on me.
Not long, flies away as it be.
Can you guess what it is?
Written by
Poppy15
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     Harper and Serendipity
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