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Blossom

And now I remember the blossom, 

On trees, 

The petals that fell, 

Like our childish whispers, 

I remember the fear of running late, 

Running last, 

And when I see blossom now, 

I touch it,

 hold it, 

And wonder why I am crying......... 

◄ Summer Heat

Salvation. 2 ►

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