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Mar 2014
under the moonlight,
lay in the crisp air,
chilled to the bone
with your mind dancing
in thoughts of living in a fairytale.
as your white shirt dampens
from the wet grass.

your hair flows with the wind,
your lips mumble the lyrics
of the song playing on repeat in your head.

you should quite enjoy
this lonely feeling
with the presents of nature,
this moment won't last forever,
so let the stars kiss your gently freckled face.
Heather Methot
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Heather Methot
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   ---, Amber Leslie and REAL
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