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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.
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