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Sunburnt

She sprawled out across the sky, boredperfectly sun-kissed.From a distance, she could fitin my hands. Day, the name we hold dearest.Day, the name of the…

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Party

Her love was a partywith comfortable chairsand a decorative cake. I was a balloon on a string,with nowhere to gotongue-tied,her face reflective on top of…

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