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The wind blows through me
and I start to wonder if I'm
really here at all
and if I could melt into the
wheat field like butter (more)
tkess

Summer broke on our backs.
The red swing performed miracles.
As a gentle breeze sang a psalm,
Of love and summer and days
Quietly drifting away. (more)