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May 2021
The man lives such a life,
that the sun is his wife

He sits on the stair,
watching as she brushed
love through her hair

The trees whisper of her beauty,
and the wind heads echos of her voice

Chills run through the grass,
for summer has taken its mass.
emmie
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emmie  16/F/wisconsin
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