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Aug 2018
A handful of blood
And a goodbye kiss,
Midday, September
And a warm though last summer breeze.

She puts hands on his cheeks,
Wind caresses their hair.
He has a ****** chin,
Farewell-full lips and her last glare.

His hands slip from a pat,
Sun ignites her curlstack.
She bears his last glance at
The ribbed jugate shields of her near-fluid back.
Evgenii Lionel Balmont
Written by
Evgenii Lionel Balmont  Saint-Petersburg, Russia
(Saint-Petersburg, Russia)   
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