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Apr 2014
a lady burnt
on your stove
and you smiled.

that lady grew
into jasmines
and you smiled.

you only cry
when you smell
dried forget-me-nots.

i've been thinking of
asking this question
a lot;

your name
sounds really pretty
--what does it mean?
Written by
Pea
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