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By Violet Date: 2004 May 06 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.06.01.07.13518]] |
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the rain has softened the earth trees drip reminders on my forehead echoes of early memories slipping forward trickling down my cheeks daffodils bend with the weight of the drops spilling their burdens on the walk you are on my mind as i consider the way we have grown from new to less than new in the air there is a damp, metallic scent and humid cool weight sits in my lungs water falls down and the rest is renewed |