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Apr 30
“Recognition that you are here,
Final adjustment mending next to me,
A breath of your warmth upon my skin,
Exchanges of the single ember within still burns,

As I hear whispers in the wind,
Rustling through the formulations,
I've sketched in encroaching the littoral,
To the special one to claim these pages came,

Interpretation existing of years passed,  
The circumspect to go diligent stride,  
To a worn and tattered old ideal,
Hero from the ancient bindings of a book,

Haunting whispers in the Zephyr,
Rustling through the formulations,
Breaching the palisades of time,
This the whispers in my mind”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/30/2022
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/30/2022 #212
Andrew Guzaldo c
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Andrew Guzaldo c  59/M/Las Vegas
(59/M/Las Vegas)   
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