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Saturday, June 11, 2011

Shades of Blue



Down the street is a crescent moon.
A purple dawn approaches.

The sirens wail in the distance
while the birds sing close by.

I lay down
to relax.

And the sheets turn damp
with our love.

Yet I'm still not sure,

If you're here,
ever have been
or ever will be.

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