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summer tidethe heat of the approaching summer comes like the tide in and out in tumbling breaths sumersaulting over lawns and lincoln log houses, made of musty pine by wavering hands.summer tide
another night leaves us, the only ones left of this armageddon common enough, for it happens when our parting lips leave,
our hands fall and falter, our eyes pry open a doorframe..
what happens when our games of hide and seek end,
and we forget the point in seeking?
by ~uscareme
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