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Jan 2018
I pine for,
     crescent moons
     and star-peppered skies.


I notice and hear,
     swaying silhouettes
     and whistling night breezes.


I anticipate,
     the expiring hours
     and dew-scented earth.


I only exist in,
     extended silences
     and shattered lenses.


.
ryn
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ryn  🇸🇬
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