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and let us just say
we will never again meet
never talk … and
never your perfume
will now drift to my
world –

let us imagine new dawns will pour
their fresh white faces
into stale aged mouths
… and rose pink dusks will
pick the deficits on furrowed
foreheads –

a damp blade of grass will needle my
leathery sole – a stubborn
sickle thought will remind me
I had inhaled a child’s desire
to walk in the shallows
of your footprints
on a white sand beach
carelessly sprinkled with
pearls –

calluses will remain, and
sometimes be
bruised by irresponsible
rose pink dusks
that will never grow old
or die…

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