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Fierce.

Sheltered and denied,
To whom does this matter?
My oceans are filled to a brim
Of sulphur and daisies.
I picked you a few,
Set them in the glass of milk
In your windowsill.
I hope you like them.

VibrantDance

@VibrantDance

I am never without a pen in my hand. I mostly write poetry, and the rest of me is, hence, in my ink.

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