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Sep 2019
your hair dances with the breeze like grass,
while the orchid sky paints your face.
your lips, the shape of Artemis's golden bow,
shooting at me endlessly

your name sits on the tip of my tongue.
my eyes are wide and unblinking,
fingertips touching and grazing
as we lie under the starless sky.
ramble
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spoon  19/F/garden cottage
(19/F/garden cottage)   
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