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I want to be the dandelion
growing in between the cracks
in the sidewalk
living in spite
of everything trying to
**** it
 Jun 5 abcdefg
Kalliope
I'll know when I've healed,
For I'll be able to
reach out my hand
and not fear no one grabs it
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