Calm
The time is softly mending my heart and blossoming me into a sweet water glass. Many
would fight to taste but temptations stay at bay. Determination, Strength, un parted
flowers that crave pollination. I am who I am and I hope I continue to grow in this wine,
in this state in this calm.
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