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Jun 2012
the air picks up
hot. warm.
summer is here to sweat you out of me.
the air picks up
thick. thorough .

I thought you might take me in winter
I thought we might drift in spring.
by fall, we will be so bare
I will reach for you and not even know you are there.
betty s
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   M Hughes
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