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the sun burning on his narrow back he feels the weight of his sweat growing bruises along the inner folds of his shirt flowers yellowing in the late afternoon touch the inside of his wrist sunlight breathes through the grass like a distant voice
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Hitchhiker Sitting in the Grass
the sun burning on his narrow back he feels the weight of his sweat growing bruises along the inner folds of his shirt flowers yellowing in the late afternoon touch the inside of his wrist sunlight breathes through the grass like a distant voice
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
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