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Sep 2016
Rain falls
To soothe summer pains
Burning in my core.

Scorched earth yells to the heavens,
"Amor. Amor. Amor."

Thirst quenched.
Earth drenched.
Grass glistens;
Gallivanting into a wreath.
Blue-bonnets bloom
And let out a sigh of relief.
Michael Angelo
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