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Jun 2014
I am terrified of the beautiful
lush roses that bloom by my
doorstep.

I am terrified of the shade of
green the grass turns at
twilight.

I am terrified by shades of the
sunrise and the meaning of a
sunset.

I am terrified by the laugh of a
child and the love of it's mother.

I am terrified of hearing the
most beautiful song and
knowing the feeling it holds.

I am terrified of you.


-a.b.
Written by
Andrea Baca  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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