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Aug 2010
I stay up late at night
to catch the first glimpse
of the morning light

While the night goes
I look at the stars
for me, they stop to glow

Looking at your face
In the worn picture frame
on the old shelf space

I remember the nights
we'd stay up together
and catch the morning light

The morning's here
so unlike you to do
While the sky here is clear
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
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