in the sun
my face is red
in the sun my lips are melting
in the sun my universe gets to unfold
in the sun, in my mothers backyard
I get to drink red wine, read easy books and
think about what I am trying to conceal.
This feeling however it got to exist
has the right to be unfolded in the sun.
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