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Oct 2014
His eyes have stayed with me
How alive can one be?
I remind myself of winter

Sure, of bright, of white
A sugared mess of joy
But I am dead

I met autumn in him
Springing to life
He carried wind on his back

Though I tried I can not steal
His heart
Or his look of lovely cheer
Feeling Real
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