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august nineteenth

by Ava Blu

you walk like the trees swaying
in the middle of a storm,

and my tongue is left dry
when you leave.

08/19/2009

Posted on 08/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/20/09 at 02:55 AM

Another reason why this is one of your best series' to date. A great, endlessly unforgettable image. Perfect in every way.

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