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Sep 2017
Green as your eyes they tickle my feet.
  Smell as sweet as yours,
   wind as soft as your hands on me,
    nature as beautiful as your love.
     Concrete like the walls you've built,
      harsh and rough.
       Smog from your cigarettes,
        which you've come to replace me with
         Maybe,
           like our environments,
            we build and destroy ourselves...
              for the same reason to escape a little faster.
emilywinter
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emilywinter  18/F/orange, california
(18/F/orange, california)   
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