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By Anonymous

   Summer heat burning into my face.

Faded jeans.

Hair lifted off my neck.

I feel like dancing.

Slowly through flowering dreams.

Outstretched arms.

The wind sweeps away my fears.

I am left alone.

Bathing in surrounding beauty.

Carefully absorbing a kaleidoscope

Of innocence.





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