Blooming Rushes
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Waif
You make me feel high,
You make me feel low.
You make me believe I can fly,
Then you knock me out, slow.
You catch me when I fall
And make me feel safe,
Then you make my life stall
By treating me like a waif.
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