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Apr 2015
I feel your warmth next to me like summer rain
falling carelessly on our open palms in July,
not wanting the momentary coolness
to end but consciously aware
that everything does
eventually.
Danielle Shorr
Written by
Danielle Shorr  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
990
   --- and Rapunzoll
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