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Kevin Feb 2017
Indicolite anardana
Rainy summer days
Waxy fronds
Croaking frogs
Fall on me in waves
A purple sky
A western wind
A humid breathing kiss
They fall on me
As waves of you
I hope to soon forget
You left me like
A rising sky
Over a passing tide
Dry and brittle
Broken still
Your love and warmth subside
I had to wait
Few seasons time
To feel the sun again
And when i did
I knew somehow
My life began again

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