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Jan 2021
On our face
the summer sun
to no surprise,
we know contentment
along this wooden way

We slowly press
our feet in the grains of soil
and hold hands, tightly
to the measure of this day

So then, happiness perches
in the center of our soul
and in between the light

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 16, 2020
PorcelainTears
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PorcelainTears  100/F/soot-dark garden
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   Lev Rosario
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