Turner Foster

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Segundo Sunrise; Still Breathing Blood Water

Grass anew,
the dew is fresh upon satin-laden cheeks.
Withstand the loss,
a storm all ending in syncopation.
Sanctimoneous yet perilous to me.
Do not care. Keep your face.
Tis an awkward day where you stop,
promises are made to be comprimised.

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