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Oct 2014
In a semi-dark room,
deep-black-eyed pupils
appeared from darkness;
blazing into my being

And I felt a kind of warmth
burrowing from those
haunted moments

I felt of your kind
gift of pure observation

You spoke unselfishly
not of yourself but me

It was a time
held infinite
where a flash of you
became an eternal memory
RW Dennen
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RW Dennen  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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