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Apr 2017
As I lay I stare
Surrounded by the flowers
Blowing gently in
The tall grass
That waves back and forth
Brushing up against me
Like your skin once did

The slight cool breeze
The sun's perfect heat
A comfort on my eyes
From the clouds in the sky
My silent symphony
The closest synonym
I miss laying with her. This is the only thing that gives me the same feeling.
josh wilbanks
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josh wilbanks  north carolina
(north carolina)   
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   Jayantee Khare
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