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Dec 2012
the wind is pounding at my heart,
not only on my skin.

my body is a shell,
like a june bug’s hollow kin.

a peach so savory sweet,
turned to reveal a bruise.

the leaves swooning for the ground,
part of a clever ruse.

again, again, again,

you,
i’ll always lose.
Rikky S Anderson
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