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Nov 2015
as I sat and watched the sun set over the trees,
I couldn't help but notice
the last beams of light.
they danced patterns along my skin,
creating a warm touch that seemed to
caress
the cells underneath.
Sydney Mae Dompier
Written by
Sydney Mae Dompier  20/F
(20/F)   
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     ---, Noah, --- and MsAmendable
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