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I Write Poetry

I creep between the cracks of hard cement
I am a weed, misunderstood
I grow, I feel
I persist
Blossoming, changing, vibrating
Child of the sun
Love light
Beautifully expressed. I can relate
glowbug31-35, F
@Babyblue thank you 馃挍
@glowbug youre very welcome 馃挌

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