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Soil

What am I? I should be nothing to you. A breeze on your neck. A pleasing glance or stare. I’d hope. Though nothing more and nothing less. I am a bag of dirt. Wash and rid of me from your warm hands. While you still can.

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maya-caroline

American

Published: Dec 3, 2012
LinesWords: 1646

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