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Aug 24
Golden bums of summer
We ride until midnight dawn
Surfing waves of rivers
Made of yellow cloth
Spun from threads of glowing
Starlight processed thin
Woven to an inch of its life
To glass-like purity
Written by
Rebekah Webb
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