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Apr 2018
I once would stare at stars above
and ask them where you’d be.
I don’t have to ask them anymore;

you’re right here next to me.

And now when stars above
sleep under blanket cloud.
I remember those questions asked,

and smile because you’re found.
I never thought that I wouldn't be disappointed by a cloudy night sky.
Tasman Suitor
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Tasman Suitor  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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