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Sep 2017
The breath fell out of the moon
hushed the feral fear
abandoning the shallow
solo decorum
for the mixed glass
now to be served, shared.
Your words tossed true
this night
drunk-sleepily spun
lute sweetly to my ears
"I love you" impulsively uttered
exposed, unfiltered
staggered me in balanced bliss.
Sunset Man
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Sunset Man  53/M
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     TSPoetry and Mishael Ward
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