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Down In The Day

she is not persuaded
by whim or wind,
but by the glitter
of resplendent things.

her mind is a rose
garden, a maze without
walls, always quick
to connect then to now.

she was made for me from
stars and sun, salty summer
sand and all the lilies
of the field. all the lilies
of the field.

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