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Jun 2014
sitting in the trees
hidden from the world
she felt a calm essence that even the strongest winds
mightiest hurricane
couldn't dare break
when
the calm was ripped from her hands
gentle thoughts
lost
she saw him
and she knew

he was the reason
and how
this mysterious boy
shades the darkest of black
covering his emerald eyes
could
push her down
amongst the leaves on the ground
now she waited for him to walk across her

they always do
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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