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Apr 2014
the pick of the litter
but it bit me when i walked up to it
any flower in the garden
but it wilted too fast in my hands
any star in the sky
but it was just a trick of light,
i didn't want to strain my eyes any longer
every seashell on the beach
but my jar was too little
just like my frame and my patience too, apparently

so please don't tell me i can have anything i want
when it's really not that accurate after all
next time i ought to be much more specific with my wishes
little moon
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little moon
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     Melanii and Taylor
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