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Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Dizzy


Sleeping in a tree
Pink flowers, dark green leaves
Swaying in the breeze

Soft, the spring perfume
Cradled in her canopy
Dizzy, lullaby

Red juice on my lips
Sweet as the ripened cherry
Crushed between white teeth

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