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August 8, 2018

I See myself in you

Torso.

I want to let you run through bougainvillea

And chirp to the song of crickets

To climb the guava tree and curl your toes

Into dusty red earth as soldier ants convoy past

And butterflies dart in the heady humid air

Of spectacular yellow Coctu, pur...

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