poem fifteen: her
- eviecourtier
- Jun 4, 2020
- 1 min read
"She's in the flow of the waves, the seeds of dandelions blown, her presence is with me, I am never alone"
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"She's in the flow of the waves, the seeds of dandelions blown, her presence is with me, I am never alone"
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