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 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
Rusty gold is here,
everywhere, in my hair, in
your mild temperament
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
Give me your hand, share
with me your soul. I will start
your heart-fire for you
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
Venice is cyan
in the soft, early morning
The canals look clean
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
He wears a cloak of
water that hides his rough skin,
handsome as it is
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
Little boxes where the
sky ends and the skyscrapers start
and lights fill the heart
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
Midwestern leaves fall
to the ground, Midwestern trees
pleading, "Stay, stay, stay"
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
How often does a
lattice get along with the
vines and primroses
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
They are here every
morning, tripping down the stairs,
laughing, repairing
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
An iris brown and
blue, a personality
beat down but still new
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
Translucent leaves in
the sun, they can't shield your skin
from the UV rays
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
LBD
Her little black dress,
falling neatly to the floor,
always wants something more
 Oct 2016
Sarah Michelle
I could go one year without
the sun baking the earth, and spend my
days sprawled out on the white cold
 Sep 2016
Sarah Michelle
His first thought had been,
"She is more than smoke-ring smiles
and black knee-length boots."
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