Flowers Of The Fallen
J
James McLain
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And what she does to the sky
and turns her lips
As the rain warm trickles Into open
mouth smiles all-around
emerald green waves not far out
aquatic past the cloudy sea.
Past the cloudy
sea aquatic
not far out
waves green emerald smiles
into trickles opening
warm moon upturned lips below
the oceans and.
I suppose that I do.
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