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The sun stood high in a spotless blue sky, the pool water cool on my skin; your skin shone with sweat and I seemed to forget the nightmare that I was trapped in. That oh so cruel sun of Greece shone on, never once thought to pause; it looked down at us as your hands, oh so rough, collided with my bruised jaw. Summer went fleeting like every new beating, it was over soon after begun; you pulled on my hair and threw me into despair, and the radio, carefree, played on.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Summer radio
The sun stood high in a spotless blue sky, the pool water cool on my skin; your skin shone with sweat and I seemed to forget the nightmare that I was trapped in. That oh so cruel sun of Greece shone on, never once thought to pause; it looked down at us as your hands, oh so rough, collided with my bruised jaw. Summer went fleeting like every new beating, it was over soon after begun; you pulled on my hair and threw me into despair, and the radio, carefree, played on.
marcogalvez
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
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