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That
I almost regret to write this poem
for fear it may vanish
flicker away like Evan's flame
scared of the voices
that murmurs that carry its name
across the wind
whispers of That
but it only lives for a little
hiding in plain sight
waiting to be noticed
so it may slip away
one more time
only to be invited back
by the warm, orange glow
of the everlas...
Friday 3rd March 2023 6:44 am
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