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The Lemon
there is no alcohol in
my lemon juice
if you are sensitive enough
you could have noticed
that this poem
is sour
there is nothing that
levitates in here
nothing drifts
there is no image of a leaf
floating in air
it is trying to refresh
the heart of summer
trying to recall the flowers
all wilting
along the paths of
dead desires.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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