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Apr 17
her smile a gentle splashing
just like that streetlamp on her door
and her voice a comforting lapping
like a wave upon the shore

but like the moon that can't keep waxing
for a night that's craving more
she left; her green eyes flashing
like a distant meteor
Written by
Sam  new zealand
(new zealand)   
       Sam, Skye and Thomas W Case
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