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Mar 2020
Behind the wooden, rusty gate
Leaves swaying golden, it’s late
Time grows slower when I think of it
Heaven seemed close and bit by bit
Skin unfolds and joins in heat
Through my limbs I felt every beat
Heavy waves moving through
I’m sure somewhere it’s only you
When skin came together
time grew slower than ever
just a little scribble
Theresa
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