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Sep 30
As I thought my heart broke,
Turned out to be blooming.
A rinse from my eyes,
A wild flower growing.
I've got mistakes and I've got success taking its path on the fields of petals.
A wild flower is what I find my soul to be.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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