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Oct 2020
your voice
is the floating
pennywhistle
below the wind.

behind my
eyes, I live
and lie waiting
with your
good company.

your breath
is a moon
for my tide.

my body
is a shaded
leaf
without sense
of you.
Written by
Patrick Aguilar
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