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Jun 2014
Sunset.. the last colors of the day..
Fall to the silver moon as it bathes the newborn night in ribbons of haunting luner glow..
This is where I think of you..
Alone I am, dreaming while awake, forever driving away..

Sunrise.. the last weep of a haunting lunar princess..
Fall to the rising sun and its aura of shine and colors..
This is where I meet you..
Together for a day, remembering, holding your sun filled soul..
Sometimes I still see you..
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
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     Solaces and Alyanne Cooper
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