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Apr 2015
I'm jealous of the sun
that gets to flush your skin
I'm jealous of the wind
that gets to tousle your hair
I'm jealous of the water
that gets to grace your lips
And I'm jealous of her
that she gets to make you smile
Come back
Brielle Lachelle
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