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CAGLA
SOKULLU
VI XXVI MMXVI
delicious white heat settling into scorched sidewalks bleached by the light
our bones bare — ease sinks impressions into our skin, fingertips pressing into quicksand
cherry flavor smiles slow rolls of tongues surreal fleeting speeches we scream in delight
full of our telltale sounds seeking souls lost in sunflowers — suburbia
the slivers of sun sit heavy on our chests decorated with drops drifting south
our Forever is composed neatly of our Nows safe in our Paradiso
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