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May 4
I see the gleam in the grit,
The gentle wind behind the freight train,
The incalculable effects of the ripple
As stones collect- your deepest pool lain with river rocks, an enchanting place to play, is but a few selections,
an abridged chapter.

I don't care what stage your polish is on. I love you.
Hannah Christina
Written by
Hannah Christina  22/F/Midwestern America
(22/F/Midwestern America)   
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