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Floating on my bed was hoping for autumn yet I woke to spring watched as fields of tulips spread heads bouncing in the breeze purple, pink, white they shied away from my peering eyes my slick hand held as a hostage sweat covered in a thick layer, the grass tickling my fingers as the shy sun slowly started closing in it was time to go home away from my small paradise it was time to float again.
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
Float
Floating on my bed was hoping for autumn yet I woke to spring watched as fields of tulips spread heads bouncing in the breeze purple, pink, white they shied away from my peering eyes my slick hand held as a hostage sweat covered in a thick layer, the grass tickling my fingers as the shy sun slowly started closing in it was time to go home away from my small paradise it was time to float again.
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
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