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Sep 2013
Summer air
thick, hot
weighing down on me like,
smoke, that fills my lungs.

The sun shines sharp and clear
distorting
what is reality

Can you get,
lifted
on Summertime?
Written by
Noelle  The Mountains
(The Mountains)   
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