Summer’s End. {poetry}
The dragonflies are either fat or pregnant tonight,
or maybe like me,
they’ve stuffed themselves on every summer sparkle
and now they’re drunken...
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The Landscapes May Be Different, But We Are All the Same.
Let me follow circus performers, their blazed trail of rebellious life-seekers. I want to march among them, no longer worrying about how I appear.