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Summer has risen the taste of an orange popsicle prickles of sweat sliding down my back but- maybe not maybe they're just the prickles of languish, from behind the trees he watches me. Summer has come, but not for long.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Summer
Summer has risen the taste of an orange popsicle prickles of sweat sliding down my back but- maybe not maybe they're just the prickles of languish, from behind the trees he watches me. Summer has come, but not for long.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
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