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Oct 2014
Once vibrant were my blooms --
all reaching, and brushing ground, close to earth and unbound.
But now humbled; death and it's fallout, aching only for his sound.
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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