Fireblossom Friday: Bang, You’re Dead.
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Still Here
i am stardust and
moonbeams
skimming through
your atmosphere
i am the whispered
breeze
blowing through
your hair
i am the fog
that hides the
sun from
your face
i am the rain
falling
from the sky like
your tears
i am not gone
This is beautiful.
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Comforting, uplifting, beautiful poem.
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love this
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Nope. Never gone, not really.
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!❤️
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thanks so much!
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