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To Cindy, when soft voices die
the vast N.Y. tide
pulling my heart
further up and farther in
my downfall, exile and escape
amid this watershed
your clear aquamarine eyes
laying the follies flat
conquerable
i am unable to heap
roses innumerable
but - see how our glimmer
in that moment escapes towards forever
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