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eye you
in the park
leaving gestures
with benches, trees, and other timeless things.
exposing the minor glimpse, the shortened gaze
desired and do water dew you have a
mist draining over me slowly
from stars and soon clouds
raining into my pours
the weather veins
and hearts pounding
spouts words like
the cold warming
the creation of goose bumps.
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