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Oct 2014
I have never had motion sickness until now.
Injected like ****** into my veins the thought ripped through my brain and caused my head to swirl with motion.

I lost balance and tripped over the idea of this new found love.
It was so delicate and I was afraid to touch it;
As my fingers would bruise its soft outer layer;
And cause it to turn deep purple and blue;
Ruining its beauty.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
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