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Dec 2020
Sun
if
the sunlight
can
surround your
bed
and the
yellow haze
that cuts
through
the window
blinds
causes
geometric
lines to
form against
on your
skin
and bones

and if
the rays
can
kiss your
skin,
sink
in your
body,
and stain,
your cheeks,
lips,
eyes--

then
why,
oh
why,
can't i?
Written by
nina
38
   gabby
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