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Thursday, 7 August 2014

The Broken Ones.


She told me
about her love
for petals,
snowflakes,
and butterflies,
for their
fragility.

She took them
in her palms
then, set them
free, seemly
reminding me
to be gentle
before she
leaves...!!
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