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“Peacebloom” Without you, I feel lost, without your hand to guide me. Walking off the path, I stray, and found a flower; a living statue of you. It smells like you do, when you are wrapped tightly in my arms. It feels soft, silky, like your hair, as it brushes up against my cheek. It tastes bitter, just like the hard times. All the hard times that you stuck with me; always by my side… The ...

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