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Jul 2014
the paleness
of my skin
makes me
want to cry
on Tuesdays

lie with me
in the sunlight
and stain me
with your gaze
on every other day

except for Sunday

on Sunday
hold me
under crumpled covers

and listen to the rain
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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