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Oct 2014
It cannot be
   day (or night)
without you

I revel ( to
   the point of annoying)
in the swashy
   hums

I hear when
   your song sings
Thirsty (drowning)

Without (you, lost)

Your sonnets
  (exact connections)
at their core

Bequeath (waver)
   sway
in absence.
wordvango
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wordvango
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