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Apr 2013
what are those people called that are only happy when the sun shines?
oh sweet
scintillating
sunshine
that
saunters in
through my window
willowing
my rug
with your rays,
your dubious
delightful
untrustworthy
ways
wither
my solitude
with a saint-like
smile.
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