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Scars
Scars
and sunburn,
with their mark
a gruesome glow.
You can taste that edge,
as the knife stabs your throat.
Cut pumpkins swallow the Sun,
now this final curtain is warmed.
Ostentatious heat clings, darkness waits
for that first bittersweet taste of autumn.
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Melani Udaeta
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