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Carry You

Sending the seeds of a dandelion towards the sky,
I long for the safety of Spring,
the early morning breeze, butterflies dancing as the day begins,
and your memory is tight in my tarnished hands.
I carry you everywhere,
like the keys to my car or a sickness in my veins,
and for once, you stay,
bound never to vanish again.

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