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Jul 2014
This time, this place
I mime control;
When we meet
Face to face,
I avert my eyes,
To save some face,
To save a memory.

The hands will sweep
Past midnight again,
The dewy hours will
Lift by ten,
Then I'll remember
Your emerald eyes,
When they looked
At me
In midnight memories.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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