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Floating like velvet in warm summer ruffles lolling carelessly. Idle breezes drift, through open windows traces of honeysuckle The lethargic drone of wasping afternoons the befuddled trance The holy divide of consciousness and cloud. the hazy glaze. Drowsy dislocation slight breath of a sated soul. The heavy heat. After planting before reaping, vegetable growth. The waiting time The moored vessels limpid in the dog watches Would you lay in humming gladness like motionless oceans? Fleshing the harvest the pregnant swell of seed the ripe fields flushing.
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
The August World
Floating like velvet in warm summer ruffles lolling carelessly. Idle breezes drift, through open windows traces of honeysuckle The lethargic drone of wasping afternoons the befuddled trance The holy divide of consciousness and cloud. the hazy glaze. Drowsy dislocation slight breath of a sated soul. The heavy heat. After planting before reaping, vegetable growth. The waiting time The moored vessels limpid in the dog watches Would you lay in humming gladness like motionless oceans? Fleshing the harvest the pregnant swell of seed the ripe fields flushing.
chris-weallans
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
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