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Apr 2014
Laying in the middle of the field
Dead grass pricking my shoulderblades
I'm up against the sky
Drowning in ocean of clouds
Tree's stretching their achy limbs
After long hibernation
Sunshine gold kisses my flower petal lips
Crimson as my love
I'm high
Earthchild
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Earthchild
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   ---, ajit peter, Emma, --- and Rose
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