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Summer

Stillness sits like heat

gathered in the early hours

summer smells like new born day

 

distant thrums rattle glass

a kookabarra calls to

sol rising nearly

 

tumbled sheeting paints

tangled legs arms splayed randomly

summer smells like weariness

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