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May 2018
I would rather
write about the colours of early spring,
than to rack my brain
about the exact shades and swirls
of your eyes.
I would rather
describe the softness of fur
against my fingertips,
than to miss the silken touch
of your hair.
I would rather
wonder about the stars in poems,
than to search for nonexistent love
between the lines.
I would rather cherish the moment,
than to wonder
what could have been.
The whispering stars
Fire
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Fire  21/F
(21/F)   
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     Caren, Fawn, Alice Lovey, Mark Wanless and ---
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