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Sep 2010
Jacarandas explode into purple
in empty streets
at dusk.

They feel the heat like I feel it
and I wish I could cover myself in flowers
like they do

because they love this town
like I love you

Quietly,

and with flowers.
Written by
Tasanee Hermans
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