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Nov 2018
Somebody I never knew
already passed by here.
Myself a traveler,
a stranger local,
told me so, my dear.

I long to meet,
and retire at last
into your willing arms,
wherefrom then, my friend,
will we await the end.

But for now,
I travel on, in search of you,
my dear, whose soulful gaze
has drenched my soul
into the continuing days.
Sean Fitzpatrick
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Sean Fitzpatrick
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