Blue Summer – Seen: 22:31

Foreword

he wrote me up as lemon juice tears
blistering through the brink of the sun
my hard scales drink the water through your proffered hands
but it are my lungs that pour bitterfully forth for you
amargas, amargitas, acidly green
boiling onto the brink of the sun

Oh! my dear
my dear, dear, darlingest dear.

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