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Jul 2016
You have  slipped out of my view,
Softly and slowly ,
Like the sun behind a cloud,

You left loudly like a loon,
Slamming the front door,
Your heart rattled in your throat,

Now you have gone, wordlessly
A cold icy dream,
A winters day with no sun.
Jorge Love
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