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I sit above airto tend to the mercury in minutesmaking up half past noon.My hair stretches sunshine and I split strands to gleam a golden hour,yet — I fall standing,imagining my skin cool, a chilled, ice cap,instead of feverish heated p…
Claire Kelly
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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