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Apr 2014
Each word,
Formed slowly like a rosebud,
Falling from her mouth, and
Leaving petals upon the floor.


I struggle to catch everyone,
As they leave her mouth.
It’s just reasonable, for her to expect
Me to catch everyone.

The hardest thing to catch,
Is a petal playing in the wind.
Written by
Tiri Dear
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