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May 2019
You were young enough, and precious enough,

To get away with it.

I might not get away with it, but

I’m going to hide my shoes anyway.

So that I never have to leave the home

I have found in your heart,

my dear new, and ancient, friend.
©2019 Elisa Maria Argiro
Elisa Maria Argiro
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Elisa Maria Argiro
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