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Brenna Pope Dec 2019
The sun's light sets fire to those of sight
First light creeps up as a fire starting.
Pale skin burns in the sight of light
Suite dull than everlasting farthing

Waves of heat crash upon your delicate skin  
Her eyes scorch the insides of one's soul
The fiery bird catches flame in dry wind
First sight brings the heat out hole

Skin brighter than one english morning
The Sunshine gleaming making him feel whole
The sky cries out in agony mourning
Evil sun popes out of hole like mole

The moon her cool breeze drifting with ease
Her sight calm as a mothers drifting peace

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