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Aug 2017
I kept my concern shuddered
Gravely unsure of the next step ahead
The urge to dance is overwhelming
I move, closed eyes, through breeze and warmth like an old lover
Deep berry summer stains kissing every edge, every shadow
Every surface
As though to ensure its taste is left somewhere
Behind
How could you?
Steal yourself away into old cedar cigar boxes that when opened, (tears)
All I can do to stay the wave is to embrace the anguish of your phantom scent
You are turning away with each passing day
Too soon will the frosted gray of shorter days
Wrap closely
Convincing me that this was only my idea
That the sun was never really here
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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