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Jun 2019
Cradling words, only three
Like a cradled butterfly in your palm readying to fly free
It almost slipped from my mouth as we kissed
but I held on tight
I wasn't sure if those three words are ready to take flight
So fragile and delicate
From your finger to its wing
Oh how I want to free it and let my heart sing!
But time reveals the truth in all of these good things
Myra
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Myra  24/F/Pennsylvania
(24/F/Pennsylvania)   
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   Aqua Rose
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