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Sep 2016
The candle at the corner of the room
Dissolves and waxed away in tears.

Its light exhaled a mystic Moon
That flung a shadow o'er my fears.

No light that light to me returned,
But flickered privately on the vane.

And all the air around me burned
With a sense I could not name.


by Gilbert NMO Morris
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   Autumn Rose
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