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secret patterns, quiet rapture.

thoughts turn to springtime,
and the shifting of light, silhouette of a boy
sunbeams pouring through lace curtains
morning sun adorns grass crowns of dew drop stars
it’s gentle,
like the blossoming pastels and petals we step
secret patterns, quiet rapture

silhouette of a boy, it was only ever you.

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