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Sep 2016
You
I close my eyes
to see you more clearly,
your silhouette is etched
against the back of my eye lids.

I silence my thoughts
to hear you more keenly,
your voice sings
across my barren mind.

I hold my breadth
to remember you more vividly,
your touch warms
my cold lonely heart.
Birch Swinger
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Birch Swinger  Amidst a Pathless Wood
(Amidst a Pathless Wood)   
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