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coming to a close, but not too soon
soon, the wind will saunter past my face.
with grace,
she’ll whisk the fuzzies off my clothes
and place a tickle on my nose.
if only
the summer wanted me still,...
with grace,
she’ll whisk the fuzzies off my clothes
and place a tickle on my nose.
if only
the summer wanted me still,...
