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Mar 2016
'09
she was summer personified:

with her freckled hands
and her flip flop tan
she could bring me to my knees
with her hair like an august breeze

i fell in love with her in july
her hands cupping a firefly
golden flecks of sun on her cheeks
like her honey voice when she speaks

she: a goddess in the humid days
her smile halo'd in a sunny haze
running across the warm dirt ground
i loved to just be around

and all golden things turn to rust
so she faded in the autumn dust
summer days you couldn't believe
turned to night with falling leaves

i'm with her still in my nightly dreams
with gooseflesh from her delighted screams
running hands through her sandy hair
and blowing kisses through the sea-salty air
fun fact: gold can't rust in the real, scientific world (but anything goes in the "poetic" world)
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   Moonflower, Sjr1000 and Got Guanxi
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