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Thursday, July 10, 2014


night cool come late to meet its bride
warmth until the end of days worms
away with the sailing winds and may
timely takes on flight to see dog days

late as it may the breeze carried laos
across the world dumb and famous
now on the flashing billboards wow
a love story a last stand a spiral storm
lighting frames of breakfast in bed
mid-day suns in the shade of a night
at last to embrace the sun’s final crave

rush the senses to the score of summer
singing the flesh tasting the mouth
the eyes closed deft in the whirl

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