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a woman looks up from her pink phone's screen and can't stop calmly smiling.
i vow to travel lost, arriving each step, amidst petals, from distant mountains, without names, speaking between quote marks, all the while humbly appreciating the shining maps that guide me thus.
1 Comments:
i think you hit nirvana with this poem...i'm lov'n it.
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