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Aug 20
"The Sun has dark eyes.
He dances flamenco in the kitchen,
roaring on the brink of rainstorms.

The Sun has dark eyes.
He turns liquid at nightfall,
fire made water, rippling over the Lake."
Our rays twine in the twilight,
floating,
floating,
floating...


Well, more like TRYING to float on my part, but at least one of us can swim. ;-)
Written by
Arianna  23/F/The Northern Star
(23/F/The Northern Star)   
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