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May 2014
you kiss my neck
like you own me
and then
i see the sun
glint off
the curls in your hair
making a halo
and a lie
before the darkness
comes seeping
over
the lonely
blue expanse
of the sky
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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   Jonny Angel, Louise, AJ and SG Holter
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