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Oct 2013
Fire on water, watching the sun rise
For a moment I thought I saw your eyes
Whisper of wind ruffles my hair
I almost swore you were there
Laughing on a couch with friends
Maybe I glimpsed you on the end
At night as I slept with the dead
Felt your weight on the lonely bed
At dawn a chilly biting breeze
Reminds me you're not here with me
But I still hold on to believe
Someday you'll open up and see
There's a world of not I but we
Just open the door and set us free
Matthew Nichols
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Matthew Nichols  Ozark, Arkansas
(Ozark, Arkansas)   
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