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Mar 2012
Though the days are well and good
the night is when my thoughts do haunt me
a ghost of memory refusing to die
the tears are gone, but the nights are long
lonely i begin again down the sordid path
where I can taste her lips, smell her scent
hear her laugh, and see that light within her eyes
those windows to her soul
where I saw my love for who she was
a secret known only to us
but when night fades to dawn
my memories too will out run the light
I'll forget how her nose did dance
my bunny, my love
let's flee the light, forever night
so I may gaze into her eyes again
our secret safe forever more
Alas! the Sun is up
her shades now drawn,
our love is gone
now, our time is in the night
where I will dream of things set right
Hunter Miller
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     Lola Lucille, --- and Hunter Miller
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