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Jun 2018
your fingertips
on my skin
like soft sunlight
kissing the seas

my fingers
through your hair
like gentle wind
amongst bumble bees

but my heart
you broke
like cracking thunder
through the breeze

you felt so calm
but you left
my skin grew cold
like storm-broken trees
anastasia
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anastasia  murica'
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