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Below Warm
No one said
It would be easy,
No one thought
It would be mild,
Yet no one guessed
It would be as crazy,
As being lost
Deep in the wild,
When she left
The sun seemed
Dimmer,
The stars
The moon
Lost their charm,
As he spoke
His coffee shivered,
From very hot
To below warm.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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