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Summers

Summers back home have always weaved
Treading a scream, the wind bringing
Bandit faces plundering
Earthenware feelings
At the end of a long afternoon.
I had placed often my cheeks
Basking the sheer satin cold
Resisting your voice.

July 8, 2007

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