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Sunday
The sun is screaming
angrily,
slapping me
around the neck
face
ears
red welts lift
from pale skin
like
fiery fingerprints
angrily,
slapping me
around the neck
face
ears
red welts lift
from pale skin
like
fiery fingerprints
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