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Apr 2020
the roaring red sun;
black branches, reaching for its god.
humming heat trickling the skin.
crowded clouds, and the distant saffron hue.

you've never felt more alive,
underneath the hurling sky.
Bethany
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Bethany  20/F/somewhere
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