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Sep 13
I envy the sunlight
gently kissing
your skin
in the morning

I envy the birds
singing to you
their chirps slipping
into your ears

I envy it all
for I cannot hold you
nor will my voice
ever reach you
joaquin
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joaquin  24/M
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