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Is like a weather map of your body,
All the data recorded in your soul.
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
 Mar 2020 Paper Heart Poet
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡

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