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Dec 2010
We are staring at the sunset.
Like a stranger in another town.
Crimson light reflected in your eyes like a rose so red.
We have been standing here since dawn.

Still not a word you say.
Not a word i say.
We are just breathing each other's
presences.
Extracting love from our own essences.

You hold my hand so tight for the last time.
I look deep into your eyes and my heart chimes.
Another story is coming our way.
Nothing else i can say.

I watch you walking away like rain on summer days.
I stare at your silhouette as you walk... towards the sun on the horizon...away...
Disappearing into the the crimson light.
Out of my sight.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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   Katrina Kovach
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