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flowers still grow through
the cracks of concrete, just
as love will still slip through
the crevices of the walls
you've built around your
heart. you cannot keep out
what is meant to come in.
-s. r. graham
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flowers still grow through
the cracks of concrete, just
as love will still slip through
the crevices of the walls
you've built around your
heart. you cannot keep out
what is meant to come in.