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Mar 2022
sometimes, i'll dream
what can be.
like when i was young
picking flower pedals,
she will;
she won't;
she will;

she won't..
it was easy letting the flower fall with the last petal.

even easier to try again.
she loves me;
she loves me not;
...
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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