Sun peaks out, summer
waking and getting ready
to burn and illuminate
clouds fluffed float on by.
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inward into
the sunlight
drifting, reflected
among broken glass
and oil.
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-Alina
dreams boiling under skin
ready to fizzle into mist
exposed to winter air
golden kisses
barely warm enough
to feel, the sun.
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-Alina