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nag champa

it is day
and we listen

to the sizzle
of your embers.

noises from
the woods

cicada and
locust battle

for supremacy
of the airwaves.

songs day and
night, until

the steady drone
of the cicada

wins out, the
passion of the

locust, wanes.
when the day

falls under
a smokey fog

there is nothing
else, but thoughts

of you. a golden
shimmering sunset

pining for me,
and wooing my

soul from the
cover of smoke


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