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Jun 2017
I kissed the spiraling sunlight when it traced my teared cheek. I felt the glow, way down below, graze upon my feet. I lifted lips and limbs until I reached the sorrowed sun. It whispered flames, and fumes to say, "it's only just begun.."
Sarahgrace Abbott
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     Shanath, Eleni and Ryan Holden
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