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May 2011
The crickets echo the still-less thoughts
fluttering 'round my head.
The evening catalyst I never know to expect
but always dully dread.
Yet when nighttime whispers her quiet hush,
my thoughts spread wing, take flight.
For it's then I hear your footsteps close,
your nearness blankets sight.
maggie s
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