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By Aaron J Clarke

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Folds of luminous goldgrace Summer’ face.Summer too short forwords to rain down. Obtesting our loveforming lucid streams of prose.I see you as a million sunsobviating our love covering me in painlike an unsheathed knifeto be plunged intomy heart. Written August 26th, 2001 © on Aug 26 2001 12:53 PM PST   0 • 1

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"Folds of luminous goldgrace Summer’ face.Summer too short forwords to rain down. Obtesting our loveforming lucid streams of prose.I see you as a million sunsobviating our love covering me in painlike an unsheathed knifeto be plunged intomy heart...."

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