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Jun 2012
This is the jaunty feeling I've never known
and I anticipated this tepid breeze that has blown
tangling my hair in your face and
tangling my hair in our mouths and
strangling the horrors of past months

And this jaunty feeling sets my chin on your shoulder
and this tepid breeze promises to never get colder
as long as my chin is on your shoulder
Good luck ever moving my boulder chin from your shoulder
I'm not going anywhere and we have the whole summer
to keep the drummer in my chest racing at a steady heavy beat
and this tepid breeze will save us from the steamy summer heat
that will never let us burn and peel
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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