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Jun 2014
The clock says 11:11,
but not a wish is made.

We step through a field of dandelions,
still, no wishes are made.

A shooting star above us,
no, not a wish in mind.

All those things are just simply beautiful,
but not for wishes anymore.

You, my love,
are all my wishes come true.

esperanza torres
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esperanza torres  Houston
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