Yellow Jacket Summer
I offer nothing save this want, this tepid press into breathless flesh. Damned hot days.Blacktop blisters where dirt meets road,dogs with slats in their sides pant,watch the August air waver and...
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Sweet and a little sadly wistful. I especially relate to this stanza..."This season of strainpains its way across our surface,lays a path in rivel and rut.Regret brings us to a vacant place;faint...
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Loved reading this sad piece it's almost as if you had written about here, and now. Quando perdiamo la destra essere differenti, perdiamo il privilegio di essere liberi.
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Great read and flow of the words Blue...Hug, TwinksI stayed up all night playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died...Steven Wright
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