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girls


the poppies

I walked along the trail I traveled frequently. 

Why did all the poppies die?

Is it because the sky did not cry for their sorrows and the grew bitter and dried up? 

When did all the poppies die?

Was it when nobody was watching? Did they want us to see? 

I'm so so sorry.

You were trampled, picked, and poisoned until you were no more. 

step step step 

I continue on my way

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