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By: Foxseaone~`

I remember 
gazing out our bedroom window
after we made love
`
the flicker 
of the votive candles
spread out 
on the base of every window
`
the sun receding and the
branches still.
All in synchronicity
as if
they didn’t want to interrupt
`
my head nestled 
in the nook of your arm
ushered to sleep
in a bliss that seemed to have no end.
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I wonder if
the wind chimes on the back porch
still stir 
in our absence.
`
C.S. Fox