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Blowing cool Across my jaw, Infiltrating the Heavy-handed humidity,Clouds and waves of words BirthFrom white tufts of vibration;Bouncing between the tall, Overgrown grassGrowing unfettered And free.
Ribbons of Butterscotch and daffodil Set the scene And suspend the songs of Cicadas Spitting forth words Like evolutionary edicts. Declaring us bound and sworn By familial bonds, Their plotted point...