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Apr 2022
I focus on the apple, the glint
the fleck of gold on green
glazed and blurred with lashed tears
even as his gaze runs off to
the middle distance soon to
come round for its next lap
and our eyes will meet
for the first time
again.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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