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| Upper Turkeyfoot, January 28, 2015 |
The longer i live the more i appreciate nuance,
the subtle tone the weaker hue the softer
light upon your cheek the lighter touch.
Late January noons divide the storms,
a smudge of blended pasts becomes our now,
a mix of shadows stretches into dawn.
Give me an easy laugh a steady gaze,
your finer mind a well-turned phrase.
Give me brief relief and not the cure,
my dear the less i know the more i'm sure.
