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I make love to the sunshine. I caress it Revel in it And let it touch my every curve. So long did I bask under fluorescent sky So long did I breathe the stagnant taste of closed doors.
There is a sadness that grows inside of me somtimes. Almost like water. Almost like him. It crashes through the shore and breaks through the sand. At times It can take down cities; its destroyed many lands.