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Sep 2020
standing in the middle of a barren desert
my eyes meet the sky --
bluer than usual --
not a single cloud to shield the sun from my pale skin

sometimes the sun sits in a position so high
that I feel like she might just disappear

it might not be a bad thing for us -
for the world -
might shake us

shake us in a way to we need to be shook
E B
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E B  28/F/la
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