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Naked Joy
The days were long
The cotton was high
-laughter was all they had
The sun beating down
Their hands rubbed raw
-spirit's conjoined unclad
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
The cotton was high
-laughter was all they had
The sun beating down
Their hands rubbed raw
-spirit's conjoined unclad
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Naked Joy
Naked Joy