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to Red;
wanted to feel you
absorb your touch
the fleeting traces of a pattern of light
in dusk.
but
shadows , the remnants;
a mockery of a
Concrete idea
/the concept of us/
set in long before
we'd even said
opening lines.
Published 26th Oct 2019
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