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Breathe wildBreathe the wild air / let it grasp at your hair and clothes with wanting fingers / wishing to pull and push you you with it

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Apr 8, 2013

Summer's EndI can feel the summer dying in me / I can feel the sun being pulled from my pores like money from pockets on a crowded street / The cold leeches the warmth from my face and reaches with Gypsy fingers -- long, slender, reaching and unwinding the Lingering scent of lake water and grass stains from my hair

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Apr 8, 2013

Where I Am FromInspired by George Ella Lyon's poem Where I am From / I am from cul-de-sacs / From skinned knees and seven speed bikes

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Apr 8, 2013

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