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[title] => July
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[bodytext] => Walking through the thick, responsive, air Where summer drips like syrup to the shoulder, Shrugging in the breeze that finds the curves To brush and leave its fingerprints – To twist my curls and leave these little Shell lines in my hair Lying where my eyes can touch the grass And blades gleam, bright against the sun – A silver sea that caps the shadows, Whistles to the green that lies between – One name belies this tapestry Of softly breathing skin Beneath the moans of courteous doves, Above the lines of jinking ants, I stretch and, somehow, crumble – Tasted by the tongue of age, Swallowed by the ripened sky, At last, alive; content [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 30 [informant] => pastiche247 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => PoemsonBeauty )
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