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Sep 18
The rain,
makes my grass glow fluorescent green,
and grow like it’s on steroids.

Love,
makes my heart a mix of hyper-serene,
like out-of-water chimaeroids.

How do we ride these natural phenomena?
Trustingly —
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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