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by Gregg Dotoli

how that beachmoon merged our hearts
our lives like twine together wrapped
with thoughts closer than May and June
we were forever forged
our souls a custom fit

you my love made my heart ring then crack
now I daydream of that soulful calm
for time trumped our love
and I alone chase the cruel wind of yesterfeel
for love isn’t what it first appears

Copyright © 2016 by Gregg Dotoli

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