The rust ate the anchor.

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They called me Dandelion : the sturdy,
as I never let it go.
Storms came and went by,
but I never left my home.

They called me Dandelion : of pity,
when I did let it go.
A gentle breeze at a moment of weakness,
and home was way down below.

I am Dandelion : the fool,
who never let it go but now.
Only if I knew the skies were so pretty.
Only if; only if.

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