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Sun licked grass tickles my toes And its my time. Time to be free in the sky Time to knit the world into my own pattern To discover the dips and turns in my skin To become the wonder I am I'm neither heaven nor hell I'll be the beauty in between
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
Who Becomes You
Sun licked grass tickles my toes And its my time. Time to be free in the sky Time to knit the world into my own pattern To discover the dips and turns in my skin To become the wonder I am I'm neither heaven nor hell I'll be the beauty in between
charity-warren
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
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