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Blooming

it’s scary to bloom in front of the world. Put me in a pot sectioned off from all the ‘isms’. I can’t wait to tiptoe into my beauty. Every aspirations accommodating sadness. Teaching sadness to smile.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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