A Poet's Dying Breath
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Lifeguards have the sun in their skin.
We slowly become
That golden color,
Holding a hand over our arms
To feel the light radiation
Of warmth, of heat,
That has buried itself
In our skin.
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