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Feb 2012
Far away thunder
soft warm gusts
the air becomes static
the leaves become swords
that carelessly cut

caressing electric
coursing through blood
in pools on the tips
of every blade of grass
greener than my own

daylight shrinking
behind the trees
behind the mountains
over the distance
of unspoken dreams
Benjamin Aptaker
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Benjamin Aptaker
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