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seasons change, as do souls
we start as seedlings
grow, take root, and sometimes let go
we wither and we die

we meet, we greet, we say goodbye

we watch other souls pass by

but within the shadows of our hearts
bloom dandelions: sweet and pure
eternal remainders of our childhood


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