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Dec 2018
the sun has always
just been the sun to me.
nothing more, nothing less.

but then I met you
and the sun was not
only what lights
the earth,
but it is a golden
blanket.

I feel the sun on my skin,
and you touch me,
and it feels the same.
mel
Written by
mel  27/F/Denver
(27/F/Denver)   
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