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Jamie L Cantore Jun 2015
Bright aurora at my epicenter,
In sea surf foam, and shadow
Of the blue,
You pacify and
Imbathe me
with unabridged care.


The rhythm, the tempo
Of the fire, which dries each
Droplet from me, so bare;
Does lull me to sleep in the arms
Of you,
My Little Lovely Dear.

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