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the sun is liquid hot on my bare back seeping into the indents at my waist gently igniting the tops of my shoulders burrowing through my hair to curl against my scalp. it is silent, though there is much noise.
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 11:36 AM UTC
someday in august
the sun is liquid hot on my bare back seeping into the indents at my waist gently igniting the tops of my shoulders burrowing through my hair to curl against my scalp. it is silent, though there is much noise.
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 11:36 AM UTC
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