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May 2014
The glowing sun,
beaming down,
filling you with
warmth and hope.

The shining sun,
all around,
making you laugh
until you see.

The beaming sun,
heating you up,
making you hot,
sweaty and miserable.

The mocking sun,
turning you red,
leaving traces
of hurt on your skin.
JustBeingMe
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