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2008 has been the year of firsts. (*knock on wood* no more bad firsts ( Read more... )

The pavement is aching
Cicadas are crying
The wine colored air
Breathing thoughts
Through your hair
Breezing to me
Leading me there
I come alive
As the shadows parade
My hot summer blood
Comes and floods and it waves
Curbside confessions

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