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Sunday
I can't help but stutter
watching you hop scotch
through puddles, arms akimbo
beneath a cold bruised sky,
triumphantly giggletwisted.
watching you hop scotch
through puddles, arms akimbo
beneath a cold bruised sky,
triumphantly giggletwisted.
Published 7th Nov 2013
| Edited 3rd May 2014
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7th Nov 2013 9:44pm
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