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I looked for you in the rain
green paint curling to brown
your brown eyes liquid and faint
downcast, receding into the trees
of your tiny mock forest, avoiding what glistens.
I looked for you on the wind
for gusts fierce enough to pace off
the received boarders of the remnant prairies.
As I close my eyes and pray for sleep
there you are, rising and falling
that steady and soft breath at my shoulder.
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