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Looking through the summer

Stuck at home with big windows
I can read the reality of trees and birds.
I connect, I discuss, I work myself
via a cable
With no personality or fingerprints.
The summer will fly by
On the winds of a bee
With its shy pale skin at first
And its stupid red face later.
My face.

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