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Sep 2017
the sun
burning on
his narrow back

he feels the weight
of his sweat growing

bruises along
the inner folds
of his shirt

flowers
yellowing in
the late afternoon
touch the inside
of his wrist

sunlight breathes
through the grass
like a distant voice
PelicanDeath
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PelicanDeath  Utah
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