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I wrote about a dream and saw it.

The smoke led me to the unanswered hopes.

The fume to the unfulfilled dreams.

Sun-kissed, ice-less wintermelon.

Savored in the shelter of a sarong,

Bathed in a kiss of sweat.

 

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