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May 2018
dear heart of
many faces
you remind me
to breathe
the small things
and so
i do
through you i
dream of worlds
sublime
new and old
combined
flying high or
passing low
a life is lived
in your eyes
- amber
like the forest
in shade
where gold
flecks with green
and the curve
of your ready smile
melts my bones
White Hare Poetry
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White Hare Poetry  F/Australia
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