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Jul 2013
A soft breeze tickled my nose
The tangerine popsicle dripping down my cheek.
I was lying in my backyard
Alone
Staring at the clouds.
Traces of lilacs danced in the air
And my skin tingled above the grass.
He wasn't next to me this time.
He said he'd visit.
We both knew he didn't mean it.

-trj
Written by
Timmy Johnston  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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