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β¦ teflon, not made of stone,Iβm as fragile as an ancient rack of bones,Iβm not armored in steel, Iβll dissolve faster than the traces of honey in your teaand if you think I am the dandelionblown apart by the fickle wind, you would be so close to understanding meand my fading words of poetry. Still, even long after the bloom is goneI will be the midnight,I will break the dawn. And live β¦
Connie Song
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β¨A memoir in motion, no script, just life - with a quirky Indian American flavor!|πΆοΈ| Owner of Good Vibes Club publicationπ« & The Heritage Pub πͺ
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