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May 2015
You are so summer.
You are baskets of wild flowers
and dew drops on grass leaves.
The scent of peppermint carried steady
on a soft wind -             that's  you.
Stranded in the palm of your hand:
a glass shipwreck -  I am stuck
like tired eyes on candleflames.
You are so late nights; early mornings,
pastel shades of rising skies.
Paint me lilacs and baby blues.
Picture me in the pink of spring
under satin dresses; silk songbirds
singing breezes, sewing seeds.
Wrap me up in cold arms while
I wrap you in the warmth of dusk.
You make the sunset blush
every time you step out of your car.
I watch you wipe the dust off the horizon
in a single brushstroke,
I am in love with  the view.
My veins are filled with sunshine
that spills from the stereo.

You can't take me home
if I make a bed in your fingerprints.
Kirsty
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Kirsty  valhalla
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   Mahdiya Patel, unknown and ---
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