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Mar 2014
So he was like the sun
Bold and beaming
And like the moon
Hidden and sleeping.

Yet all the same
He was a rose
Opening up to the sunrise
Bright, fresh, free.

And he was like
A flashing light
Or a drug-crazy rockstar
Or the breaking surf.

So hard to pin down
But so easy to love.
ck
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