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Foggy
Nights dewed the grasses
And my daffodils in the garden
Wind
Touching the chime again
While no one is watching
Thoughts
Starting to disperse
Towards unfamiliar addresses
Morning breeze
Touching our fingers entwined
Chills through my spine
Silences
Made of euphoric
Singularity within ourselves
I think
Now, of white sand
Pebbles on the beach
And the setting sun
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