The skinny edges against the parched lawn,
still drenched in the early morning raindrops,
tasted a little cold, gray and soft.
I opened my hair and let it fall.
So I can feel it more and feel it all,
The chill in the breeze,
As it brushed through my face,
Through its fictitious bareness,
Washing off
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