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Sep 2016
This burning golden sun
Will move its haze to the south
Your cherry covered dress
Pressed among the years hidden in the wardrobe
Flesh warmed in its nakedness
Becomes a covered mystery
Lift your feet from the ground
For the footprints in the snow
Will cool your bare feet
We feel the pending rebirth but it still feels rooms away
Darrel Weeks
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Darrel Weeks  48/M/Derbyshire
(48/M/Derbyshire)   
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