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| Fragile blossom, tight folded petals of potentials secret heart. Beauty of, and in, itself for those with eyes to see. Alone - exposed to harsh winds, sharp frosts of fear, the bud of tomorrows flower turns to ice and dust. Yet sheltered within walls of trust, light touch of firmness, nurtured needs, not wants, demand obedience to the hand that guides. Soft unfolding to reveal the heart of sweet surrender to one with patience not to snatch and crush, the fragile blossom. Scattering petal's of potential and destroying submission's secret heart. |
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