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Apr 2019
Warmth
Sunshine.
Spreading.

Twisting.
Spiraling.
Slowly.

Upwards.
Reaching my
Shoulders.
My arms.
My neck.

Covering my face
Like a blanket of bliss.

As the sun shifts,
And changes directions…

No more bright light
Covers my face

As the cold and
Dark shadows
Invade my space.

Like an unwanted
Feeling.
I could probs add more to the ending meh. lol. I feel like its not finished oof.
Dor
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Dor  24/F/221 B Baker Street
(24/F/221 B Baker Street)   
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