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Oct 2016
Returns to view with blinding color
Her corona of amber waves.
I squint to glimpse her smile there
from many miles away.

But the night-shift lights
Are not quite so bright.
So through the air
Eyes ache for something out there.
Couldn't keep a rhyme scheme. Heart was spurting onto this page.
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