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The syllables of love evaporate
like morning fog
ahead of the coming day
sunlight shines harsh and bright
on what's left behind
on the thought that created
sunflowers with blond hair
the act that fed
the thirsty grain of the field
the swinging gestures of the machetes

cutting down rows of sugar cane
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