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you are a lover of
the night

you see
what the day is
too shy to reveal
there were days
I danced with angels
and found poetry

I wrote sonnets
and wore us like jewellery
together, we were so
heavenly
We left Paris behind us,
shivering in
golden moonlight
and headed
for the east coast
somehow
every empty
promise
still had
me hoping
you could
change
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