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Aug 2020
They had been talking for hours,
her lips opened and closed like a fish
out of water;
bubbles escaped her mouth,
and the words
were muted;
my mind was made of clouds,
my thoughts were flying kites
spiriting to the sky,
lost;
and never to be found.
Summer
Written by
Summer  near the ocean
(near the ocean)   
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   Nylee
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