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but not like that
not like the way that first sunray feels
when it hits your winter-pale skin
not like the contented way you fall asleep
in your hammock
underneath the moonlight
like the saltwater smell in your hometown
or the taste of banana pancakes on the weekends
not like the kick you get
when you snap a perfect picture
not the like the adrenalin that travels through you veins
whe...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 10:56 pm
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