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Jun 2021
In this life
I simply wish
Upon every dying star;

To always stay within the classification
Of those
Who strive
,Maybe even thrive,

To forever take my gentle time
To sniff the flowers;
Wild, self grown; any flower grown

Even supposing our noses at blocked
Nomadic poet
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Nomadic poet  24/F/Mississippi
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