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Jul 2023
I am a pile of cruchy memories,
a constant season of autumn
with fallen leafs golden and
crisp, shimmering like stars
falling in between the streams
of heavenly light, becoming
mulch for the trees.

I am in the middle of change,
transformation and growing
my wings.

I am like a butterfly.

Šī¸ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton
Written by
Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
(37/F/Bakersfield California)   
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