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Aug 2020
A soft blow of the wind
It whistles, calling to me
I look down upon the flowers I carry
Without hesitation, I let them go

Watching each petal reach the ground
Each stem laying in the grass
I look up
The clouds call me again

And I follow as if I had known all along
Written by
Alex  19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula
(19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula)   
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   MS Anjaan
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