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Thursday, May 20, 2010

How?

How have we missed
one another
with so much sand
in the glass--
Time seemed once
a feast of days
unending
ever springing from the core--
We walked
and the prints of our feet
were eternal--
So long ago now
Now sunken to weed--
What is real
becomes a dream
My one love lost
to the overgrown grave

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