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Apr 2013
Back then, we all
Used to spend our time
Tree climbing happily
Taking our time like broken clocks
Every time I looked at you
Rising like a yellow flower

Basking in the buttery sun
Underneath I saw you dancing
Changing into yourself
Kicking out walls and ceilings
Every day, your heart grows so full
That you don't fit in a cup anymore
An unpolished birthday gift to my youngest sister.
James Fate
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