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Cool crisp unmowed
Emerald green grass Too sharp to tickle Too soft to itch. Waves of sound Translate into sensual Language. Skin awash in Gooseflesh Tiny puckers reaching Stretching searching for Warmth, touch. Eyes open wider Seeking color, activity A changed perspective. The mind soothed Of its savagery If only for the momentary Brief respite.
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