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The Lakes Have Eyes
The Lakes Have Eyes
Ferrari nails dug into Dogwood bark as August curled in,
And eyes mirrored the lake beyond the petals carried with a cooling wind.
Her favorite spot: atop a mica wall,
We used to go; we used to sit there and laugh; we thought we’d fall.
There was only one day, prior to autumn before the earth cooled
When the sky grew stressed and pelted us with rain, i...
Thursday 16th June 2022 3:23 am
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