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Oct 2021
What light through yonder closéd window breaks

It is the east

And red is the sun

And liquid amber

Sinking to its home

What many flowers bloom here and shimmering catch my eye

To die upon my waking or falling to deeper sleep
Written by
Leo  28/M/Massachusetts
   Jamison Bell
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