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To July, MAG

By Anonymous

    Your salty tears drip down my cheeks,

Heat inflames my face.

You make my flesh flush and my head throb.

I stare in your direction,

My eyes see crimson and my skin is seared scarlet.

I seek relief from you

In large pools of water

And beneath the willow's arms I hide.



Yet some welcome you.

They call you forth with fireworks and lemonade.

They celebrate you with parades of reds, whites, and blues.



Yet I still fear your hand on my shoulder.

You have burnt my skin.

You will wrinkle my face.

You scar my body.





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