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lilting daisies,
left for dead on windowsills in city centers while the flowers of the elders still sit quietly collecting the morning's dew, and dispersing it to the ether every afternoon. | |
| - k. a. g. - | |
| writings even though words can often be misunderstood, it is still one of the best ways to get a point across. i try to use more artistic styles where interpretation creates thought. for more info on my writings, email the address below. writings@boldseed.com |
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