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Nocturne
July’s twilight
insouthernArkansas
drips a liquid darkness
like
blackberry wine.
Honeysuckle’s
heavy
sweetness
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Anchors,
Far Away IMorning’s
mist drifts thin upon the Severn;wisps
of vanilla cotton candy bob before the bow.The
baritone bellow of a barg..
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