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Jul 2019
I am green in these hills
I wait all spring long
wait through grey rains
tooΒ early for summer flowers
I dreamΒ of sun fields brightest yellow
my heart a wild field that burns
my lips are paper seeking water
desolate in this desert
your lips now merely
a mirage.
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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