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Apr 2019
We'll be seven
hours apart
& heaven
for poor Evan

is across the chart.
I already feel
love's dart
transfix my heart.

But night's wheel
goes by,
& day's repeal
undoes the seal

& soon we will tie
our voices tight.
I send a lullaby,
carried with a sigh.
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Evan Stephens
Written by
Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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