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Jan 2020
Records strewn
upon a wooden floor,
your eyes sparkle
in the iridescent lights

Hands woven
by fate, by time,
by presence

The sun peaks
through my window pane,
the day has brought us
together.
this moment is all we have

if time was kinder,
slower,
if clocks ticked
in our favor,
this moment
may still exist.
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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     ---, --- and Carlo C Gomez
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