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Feb 2015
we are the uprooted flowers
the ones
left nameless

torn out by toddlers hands
to churn the dirt
and make mud pies..

and after the fun is done and the sun has set
we are
strewn across
the walkway

as if we never mattered to each other...
Kill me slowly
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Kill me slowly
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   Kore Soual and Raven
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