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Sun You…
The sun kisses my face
It feels like your touch
Warm and full of love
It lingers for a moment
Before disappearing in a blaze of orange
Behind the house across the street.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
9-28-05
6:25pm
(I
wandered to my room just as the sun was setting. I felt privy to a secret as if
I was the only one watching this masterpiece)
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