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TONE
Shon Bryr McLean
Peering from retention under Autumn orange is difficult this rayless night.
You gave this to me, unlike any other.
You made the air between us sacred and my royal reign was spoken laconicly
amongst our iced drinks.
You beamed and glistened and placed me in such a daze.
My stomach as stone; my heart serrated as broken glass.
Each word bleeding and hot upon my ears.
When I left, I counted the invidious minutes apart.
To gaze at memory.
That is why you are a paramour of mine.
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