she wears lilacs in her hair smells of peppermint and honeysuckle wide hips songs on her lips breezy skirt and a tank top and that little spot of skin just below the small of her back radiating the heat-magic spring-beat love-dance when she walks ass bouncing with birdsong grooves dirty toes and freckled nose crinkled twinkle-eyes -- two bluebells green vines slide from her fingertips skin misted with sweat-dew "april showers" she smiles teeth spark like mica in the sun her laugh whips through limbs of the apple tree waking leaves shattering frail blossoms whose petals whirl to the ground her voice thundering toward the sky and back down again swooping in a howl cleansing death from the air
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