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Jul 2018
My auburn lips
stained your cheek
as the leaves fell
the afternoon of our
second date.
You held me close on
winter nights as we
watched stand up.
You stopped picking
flowers from your
backyard as spring
passed us by just to
leave me like a hot
mess under the
summer sunlight.
seasons change and people do too // page 61 of moondust. (out soon)
beth haze
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beth haze  21/F/b.a
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