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i felt myself sprout wings whether butterfly, fairy or angel i could not tell
hope my feet made deep imprints on the riverbank deeper still as i balanced myself i threw the stone into the murky-clear river squinted my eyes watching for ripples the way i would watch for the days to come watching for the ripples in the scheme of things this wish taking shape planted with silver seeds on the blackest of soil left to chance
i am made up of the broken down letters of beautiful this is perhaps why people find me difficult to love
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