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Apr 2015
I see the sun drip from the ends of your hair.
I leap to catch it but your towel soaks it first,
beating me to it.
~
the Sandman
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the Sandman  clouds&bubbles in my head
(clouds&bubbles in my head)   
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   S and Yasha Harkness
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