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330 · Apr 2015
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bobby bielik Apr 2015
As frail rays are mirrored on rolling light,
time passes
Their timid fingers press against the window,
looking fright
Sunken shadows disappear dropping out of sight,
grouping its last bite
Like songs lingering in the night longing to be held,
I too long……..

BB2015

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