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Jan 2011
Spicy food
golden pieces
herbal treatment
space between us

Salty air
silver beams
build a city
that washes away

Sweet sounds
of restless souls
murmor to and fro
A long of belonging
to something so substantial

Sour lemons,
sweetened by the sun,
grow tall and wide on
trees these lemons sprout from

Bitter aftertaste
scoured wrinkled face
nothing to satisfy
the craving underneath
Written by
J Colin
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