Brick Laden Air
Brick laden air, choking breath. Red heart rent by whispers carrying your voice
Chameleon colored leaves dropping dew
Fragrant warm wind breathed on the nape of your neck
Ululations fondled, pedophilic fires lit in your loins
Disasters renewed,
Frogs trill with longing they have my voice.
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