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I often forget you
in the sun...
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and you -
where light was bountiful...
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As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...
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I saw the promise of
Spring dancing in your irises...
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I've splattered scraps of metaphors
and strings of heartache...
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if you climb silently into my skin
on a cold windy night...
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Not because my heart
feels like an imposing...
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Of all things great and wonderful
I wish that I could care...
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Your travel selfies
depict awe inspiring sights...
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My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...
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I like the strange silence
that engulfs you in the middle of the night...
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That taste of silence bites the tongue.
It's stare is cold, it's breathing, still...