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Apr 2015
Whisked away in the night
And yes
The sights
Are blinding
And inclined to know their way
Rest
And breathe smoke
Once gone
Now returned with fervor
Your dance mixed with mist
Lights
Not withstanding
Leaning in
To whisper a vow
Given
And kept with such magic
Slow and still
Walk with me
Be not the same
With your eyes like wild-fire
Mine
With blazing child-like patience
Can you save me once more?
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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