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Cravings

Spicy food

golden pieces

herbal treatment

space between us

 

Salty air

silver beams

build a city

that washes away

 

Sweet sounds

of restless souls

murmor to and fro

A long of belonging

to something so substantial

 

Sour lemons,

sweetened by the sun,

grow tall and wide on

trees these lemons sprout from

 

Bitter aftertaste

scoured wrinkled face

nothing to satisfy

the craving underneath

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Jan 30, 2011
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