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Jan 2022
Green is the color from your window
the catalyst to your path
the sheet you dream upon
unwishing time and longitude
that you fled from me

Eyes are my eyes
very soon you will come back
shifting plume
your path backtracking
comes to our betwixt
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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