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Jul 2018
I see
Thro' sweat
On this
Gold wave

What rests
Atop
The crest
Just there

Amidst
The blend
Of green
Collage

I see
It peek
At me
And stare

A red
Of brow
From brown
Corsage

The health
From this
Delight
Might fare

Hence I
Break off
The stem
Alas!
Mirage
Corey Smith
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