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Feb 2018
nature to nurture
under these fluorescents
I grow thirsty
the carpet rubs my soles
the wrong way
the sun craves to look
into my eyes today
in my most pure & honest state
love is all I choose to intake
each and every inhale
I will not waste
alxndra
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