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Apr 2013
slowly unfolding my arms,
you planted seeds in the spaces of my ribs
knowing i would let them grow in time.
you saw every potential for compassion i ever hid
deep down in the bottoms of my bones.

all these seasons later in the dead of winter
we can laugh as the petals
brush up against my heart,
a constant reminder
Written by
Jenn Dylans
   R Julleitta
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