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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

It's going to be a long summer.

So it whispered under a listener's breath:

If you kill the Sunshine
You'll always live in night
As cancer grows in blossoming fruit
To dilute the truth as she dies with youth
Leave the leaves to the trees
And the roots to the dirt
Both the fools and the thieves
Know hatchets in stumps hurt
Yet dumb flirts fling in reverse
And blistered cheeks seek payment for pursuits
If a crimson moon grins kindly
Can the tide reflect chartreuse?
Or is there any use in trying to decipher
Troops of letters that have nothing better
Than to be some sort of therapy
During the change of weather

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