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Every poem I read of yours, I love.
:) Keep writing, forever.
hey your peoms are so cool better than mine
I’m a weed on A cliff, I hang out withAn eagle, but maybe the Flowers are the weeds. I’m free and they Are not, I cling to rocks, They cling to a pot of dirt.When there is an earthquakeI will be safe but the flowers