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Dec 2013
The way you
spoke to me,
ever so witty and clever;
made my stomach
a sanctuary for
spring butterflies.
The brief, but simply
sweet looks you gave.
My heart, always
like a popsicle on
a hot, steamy summer day
in july.
it was always
the little things.
Madi Lennox
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Madi Lennox
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   Jemma Donnell, Lanayru, --- and ---
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