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Nov 2010
When, but a time
of hours counting days
and minutes become seconds;
light-shining grace -
I gaze on my One,
Once.
Intrepid and dreamy,
wary of a cannonball
that is
You.

And somewhere,
somehow,
I remain unperturbed
while your gaze
befall in slumber.
Joyce
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