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Aug 2018
Into her old dying eyes,
Cold, one last time he dove,
Swam for that shore
Where basking naked
They had saw,
In those eyes and his,
The molten sun dance
Pursuing rainbows
Arching curves
Of fleshy skies
A time gone,
And knew
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