Seasonal Longings
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Joanna Cafua
April 2, 2012
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You wore a crown of orange peels And smelled of cinnamon and citrus. Sitting under a tree in Christie Pits we Contemplated Summer. I threw a stone at the sky and A cloud swallowed it up. We were 16—Do you remember?
You wore a crown of orange peels And smelled of cinnamon and citrus. Sitting under a tree in Christie Pits we Contemplated Summer. I threw a stone at the sky and A cloud swallowed it up. We were 16—Do you remember?