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Mar 2014
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The way cold water hisses when it starts to boil
the same way butterflies start to build up
just by your eyes simply passing right through me

i just wish i wasn't a tree
when a hurricane passes by

j.f
i hope you guys understand this poem.
Jacqueline Flores
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Jacqueline Flores  22/Miami
(22/Miami)   
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