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Feb 2016
The echo of his fingertips
Resonates through cyber cerebral tinsel bright ends
I sigh into the lengthening shadows
Knowing that with each minute gone
Another day has passed that I don't know the weight of those echos
I know only of their missing
With tenderness.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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