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Resting Place

Sweet summer air

scented like

honeysuckles

and sunflowers

caresses my

cheek as it

slides down

the gently

sloped hill.


The grass

and gnarled

roots embrace

me and tickle

my legs

with their

infinite fingers.


Drawing in a

breath and staring

at the purplish

orange sun

setting behind

the city,

I place my

prized possession

to my head.


And pull

the trigger

to be with

you.

Resting Place

Sweet summer air scented like honeysuckles and sunflowers caresses my cheek as it slides down the gently sloped hill. The grass...