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Feb 2017
Slow and dew
dripping from the leaves;
waking up with sunlight
on white sheets.
Lovers will come
to you as different colors,
some yellow and some so blue
you fit yourself inside an ocean
just to know them better.
Drown your body
in the tide of crisp bedroom covers;
drink the dew from the leaves -
this is summer in the suburbs.
A happy time.
Ashley Moor
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Ashley Moor  Dayton
(Dayton)   
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