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your dreams evaporate

still teardrops

hovering above me

rainbows i see


whoever carved your face

will never feel

or see

the scented rivers of tears

you wanted to seal

for me


yet you still fly me

to blooming meadows in spring

to melting sunsets errupting

violets and blues

your hand you give me,


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