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May 5, 2005
Love Poem
where you were
you are not
now begins
time and our
minutes are
muted only
the space you
once filled speaks
in ways you
never didyour warmth is
absence your
whisper cold
your eyes my
comfort blue© 2005, Steven Riddle
Posted by Steven Riddle at May 5, 2005 7:06 PM
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