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Aug 2018
the sweet buttery cinnamon of a pop **** on the roof of my tongue
gray clouds an in early morning sky
a warm sweater wrapped around my chest
only to be taken off when the sun hits me
a warm breeze swaying my nearly golden hair around my face
a crunch of satisfaction lays under my feet
flower by a
each autumn leave brings a smile to my face as i step on its remains

the beginning of fall mornings
i love fall mornings. such a beautiful thing to experience
Pure of Stars
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Pure of Stars  16/F/i don’t know
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