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I crushed the bubbles in my palm

then pitied their delicate frame,

their key lime cool was crisp and calm,

I crushed the bubbles in my palm.

regrettably, their salve, their balm

had yet to have substance or name.

I crushed the bubbles in my palm

then pitied their delicate frame.




Lone Wolf1990 (talk) 22:58, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

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