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Summer erotic
The larks today don’t spare their wings, for the sun like Atlas holds up the day. Triumphantly crickets assume the ideal.
Short-skirted girls bend their knees
before Madonna adorned with flowers,
so the blades of grass touch their wombs. Wind greedily sharpens their nipples.
Men in the field smile brazenly
folding their hands into a wheaten wreath, amongst the ailing prayer
life blossoms.
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