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Monday, April 29, 2013

You came...For Deya (April 28th poem)

You came into my life
On a soft wind
In the height of summer

Sweltering
My breath caught
In yours
Melted

You evaporated one day
Rain on the sidewalk

But I will never forget

Walking the streets of New York
Hand in hand all night
Trying not to get wet
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