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Aug 2012
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There.

It curls itself
around like dry milk.
****** breathes
the desert unto
Pastoral gold; a
swollen ******

No tears for lush
stalks of women,
even as they dance
under sterile
suns.
Alysha L Scott
Written by
Alysha L Scott  Yuma, AZ
(Yuma, AZ)   
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