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POEMS OF SUMMER

Salt summers whitened on skin on lips mirrored surfaces of time

In my hand curving oval reflection of space chalk dust lodges in finger whorls trace of growth rings like tree's

Illusion colors the polished rainbow of nacred lips against this palpable white dust.

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