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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<title>dolcxa somero infano - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>dolcxa somero infano</b></p>
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<p>published: 5-27-2016</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>your dress flaps in the wind like a honeysuckle breeze<br />
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reminding me of long since devoured butterscotch dreams<br />
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with your sapphire eyes upturned to the sky<br />
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and summer’s hazy love on your mind</p>
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<p>your smile is like the finest wine<br />
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an intoxication that I wouldn’t mind wandering in<br />
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but my heart would give out if in wonder for too long<br />
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and even the brightest flowers fade after a while</p>
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<p>she was naked, she peeled herself daily<br />
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bleeding words never to be read<br />
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riddled with feelings, better left unsaid<br />
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exposed for all to see</p>
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<p>the warmth of your skin, the sweet scent of your autumn hair<br />
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all used to belong to me<br />
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then the tornado came and tore up the earth<br />
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and I wish it was that summer again</p>
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</body>
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</html>
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