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enraptured
the wind swept me closer to you, my hands
waiting to take up yours;
yet i held back, with the thought
of your eyes.
brown as ..
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End of an Era
O, Yakima!
How I long for your warm, sage hills!
I’d cover up in your wheat-fields
Like a lost child, found again amongst
Y..
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I forget, sometimes...
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O, Yakima!
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Oh, the Washington desert!
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Speak to me in the language only we know....
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Lazarus
Words tumble.
The dying woman’s bright eyes,
Usually confused and restrained,
Shine with sudden alertness.
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I hate blisters >:C
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Reflect
after-gloaming,
the cicada hesitates:
a nocturnal intermission.
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The "E" string is the hardest, though!
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