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Sep 2013
I lie on the grass and tell you, over the phone
How the sunlight warms my skin into smooth honey
The low drone of insect and airplane
Lazy sound of a summer day
Scent of warmed earth and green as I shade my eyes
The sun does not make me drip, sweet and liquid
Any more than you do
Written by
Emme
578
   Lior Gavra
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